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tommyspeakycap · 3 years

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Omg pls can I request jack grealish x reader where she get is harassed and he gets protective or just protective one shot in general pls would be so cute 😫🤧

sorry this got so long omg

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you’ve been getting abuse since jack’s move to city and he finds out upon hearing some nasty words in a pub. he is not happy

Before the euros, those who loved Jack were generally villa fans. They were the only people who truly appreciated his talent, the kind of people who were more surprised that he hadn’t made the England squad call up before. Most of the people who approached him when with you in the street were kids with huge grins while bouncing on their feet in excitement to meet their idol while wearing his strip. It always made you beam with pride, offering to take pictures of the parents wanted in too or even taking a snap on Jack’s phone so he could be reminded how much people love and support him.

Post England call up and certainly after the six week euro campaign that saw them through to the very final, the story was very different. It was far, far more busy that you had anticipated. The holiday you took shortly after was riddled with paparazzi snapping pictures wherever you went - which wasn’t particularly common. Sure, you’d had that here and there but it wasn’t massive and it never happened to only you. It only ever happened when you were with Jack.

Before, anyway,

Now you had people coming up to you, sweet girls asking what he was like or if they could get his autograph. They were generally harmless and too young to be a problem. There were some your age who flirted with him way too much for your liking, but again, harmless. The ones that were problematic were paparazzi and some ‘fans’ harassing you for tickets or playing access that always sent you into a flurry of panic with stuttered words, sudden sweats and trembling hands. By far, however the worst kinds of people are the drunk men in bars who come up to you usually initially to flirt because that’s what so many do. Then, if you’re unlucky and it seems as though recently that’s all you have been, they recognise who you are. Maybe from the tv where they would pan cameras onto you in the crowd after a goal when Jack points up at you, or from social media where you and pretty much every other wag of the England team had become common knowledge following the euro campaign. You’d expected Jack to blow up after this but you hadn’t realised that somehow, you would too. The second they recognised you, it was either a desperate search for something you could give them or a torrid berating for the team your boyfriend played for usually including some very derogatory targeted remarks at him.

Jack was someone who looks like he’d be a bit of a prick. He has that suave swagger and a mild resting bitch face that would make pretty much anyone think he was going to be one of those guys. But it only takes a mere second to realise he’s not. He’s soft spoken through the brummie twang and the second he even has the hint of a smile that resting bitch face ceases to exist. His eyebrows raise, frown disappears and in its place in the face of literal sunshine. He’s the softest lover you’ve ever known, constantly wanting to be physically affectionate and wrapped around you in adoration. It’s his love language, just touching you all the time. He does it to everyone, but it’s tenfold with you.

That, and he’s very very very protective of his people. He’s doesn’t worry about much, prefer to live each day as it comes and enjoy it in that manner too. Jack loves football, his family, his friends and you. He likes good food, football compilation videos, John McGinn’s jokes and scoring worldies. Truly he’s a simple man, easily pleased and happy almost all of the time. He rarely overthinks and always sees the best in everyone.

To tell him the harsh reality that you had been living in for the past months would shatter his world. The move was so hard and you witnessed that first hand; holding onto him late into the night as he lay there frowning and thinking harder than he ever had to desperately come to a decision. Things had levelled out now though, everything settled. You had a house to live in, he had slipped into form with the team at City, he was playing most of the games, the Ronaldo transfer took the hype and focus from his transfer a little so he had a bit of actual breathing space to process. He was actually genuinely very very happy and you are a self sacrificer. You don’t have it in you to tell him this transfer and his incredible euro performance had brought your life to a screeching halt for fear of stepping out the house.

Jack would absolutely kill you if he knew you had been hiding something so big from him.

“Are you sure you want to go tonight?” He asks sweetly, his eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he searches your face for the truth that your words seem to be lacking in. “Yeah, course.” You smile, placing a peck on the corner of his lips for reassurance that fails to actually reassure him. He trails behind you when you brush past him, his eyebrows furrowed only just enough to change his face but not quite enough to crease his forehead. “You’re not feeling well though.” He pouts slightly. You can see that pout in the mirror behind you that you stand in front of in the bathroom.

Jack wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder to make you pause putting in your earrings. “What?” You protest, “I feel-”

“Don’t lie.” He quips, eyebrows raised to challenge you. He can read you like a book, truly a lot smarter than people give credit for. Maybe not in booksmarts or common sense, but very good with people and he knows you like the back of his hand.

Your hands are shaky and you move around so quickly that he can barely keep up. The tone of your voice is an unnaturally higher octave and your forced smiles are just that; forced. He can tell because he's in love with your smile, so he knows when it's real. Jack has memorised very minuscule detail of your face when you smile because that smile exists in your whole face with crinkled eyes and adorable dimples he can't ever resist kissing when they pop out.

The way your body sinks into him as he remains wrapped around you, keeping your back flush to his chest is something of pure beauty. You fit together perfectly both in an emotional and physical manner. He calms you, brings you back down to earth with just his grounding hold. The way that his strong arms encompass you as he scent engulfs your being all the way through through to the gentle tickle of the hair framing his face against the back of your neck is a soothing. He's soothing.

"I'm just tired, I swear."

You swear. He notes that it's a strange thing for you to say. 'I promise' would've been much more common as a phrase form your lips, usually said with a soft smile and sparkling eyes. You'd usually have swivelled around in his arms, letting him keep you there as you would lean against the bathroom ledge that your sink sat on with the mirror above it. He would look down at you and there would be a whole moment of getting lost in each other, but that never comes today. Those dazzling eyes of yours never meet his except through the mirror and he knows you more than well enough to know that it's worry that swims around in them rather than fatigue.

“We won’t stay late then, can’t have my girl all tired.” Jack hums while pressing gentle kisses against your cheek that do make you smile, genuinely really smile with a giggle that makes Jack’s heart flutter the same way it did the first night he met you. “There’s that smile,” he teases, “That pretty, pretty smile.” Your cheeks heat up like you’ve not been together for nearly three years. “I love you, but we should go if we don’t want to be late.”

“I don’t care about being late,” Jack protests with a lazy smile, poking your side slightly to entice another giggle before you unravel yourself from his arms to finally look into his eyes. “Oh really? Could’ve fooled me.” You retort, rolling your eyes playfully as you brush past him to escape the bathroom so you could head towards leaving the house.

Jack’s a hand holder as ever, only taking his hand from yours when he settles it on the small of your back to guide you into the bar. You stick to his side like glue, remaining tucked under his arm as you sit together at the end of the round booth. Jack’s on the outside and you can cover up your desire to be so close to him to feel safe with the fact there’s many more people squeezed into that booth than it is meant for. You observe most of the conversation, laughing when everybody else does and engaging only when directly spoken to and otherwise remaining quiet again settled against Jack’s side warmly.

“Anyone for drinks?” You pipe up, mildly nervous about looking like you weren’t going to buy a round when everybody else has and a lot less nervous about being out when Jack’s right there with you.

Mentally noting the orders, ricing them in your head as Jack lets you out of the booth - not without a cheeky peck on your lips and a very discrete bum tap of course - to allow to walk up to the bar a little apprehensively. The order wasn’t an issue, easily told to the bartender who was very sweet to you.

It’s the man sitting slightly along the bar that is making your palms sweat ferociously. He keeps looking at you, so you turn your back to him to attempt to force his attention elsewhere.

Instead you feel a tap on your shoulder that makes you jump out of your skin.

“Is be loyal?” The deep voice sneers, forcing your heart up into your throat in fear. “Excuse me?” You splutter, eyes wide as your hands tremble violently. The breath has already fully left your lungs and there’s little potential for you to suck it back in right away in your panic. “He’s not loyal to club, not loyal to country, so i can only imagine the world he’s into all sorts of birds behind your back, eh?”

All you can do is swallow thickly, desperate not to burst into tears right there in front of him. You open and close your mouth like you might say something but no words manage to escape. “That’s why they wanted him though eh? Pretty poster boy to throw himself around the floor like he throws himself at other women. Suppose your type hang around for the money anyway, don’t you?”

The tall brunettes words would hurt a lot more if you were actually processing them instead of just hearing a string of sounds that make words but don’t actually register in the freeze mode your brain had gone into, seemingly forgetting the fight and flight were available options. “I-uh-I…uh-”

“Can barely string a sentence together,” the man notes as though he’s actually picked up something of substance, “Makes sense you’re with him then. Similar intelligence.” He tuts, shaking his head with another laugh. You can’t seem to wrap your head around why someone would want to be this horrible to anyone, let alone someone they don’t know if when they are as drunk as this guy apparently appears to be. You’re a very anxious person as it is, but this would shake anyone like it is you right now. In all honesty, you would far prefer being harassed for a free ticket to the Etihad.

You can barely even blink, completely stone frozen bar the genuine shake of your body. “Pointless,” he scoffs, “Just a rich man’s who-”

A shoulder cuts that voice off, a broad one that towers over you and slices through the space that had existed thinly between you and the raging man who appeared to definitely not support City.

You recognise the head of bouncy hair right away, followed his strong accent proclaiming a challenge of “Finish that sentence, fuckin’ finish it!” As he pushes forward with his chest puffed and his face contorted in rage. John is lunging forward after him to wrap his long, strong arm across Jack’s chest to tug him back while Kyle creates space between Jack and the offending man. In front of you, a pale face and two kind blue eyes appear right in your line of vision with two hands landing on your upper arms.

“You are alright, (y/n).” Kevin says, his words gentle and caring. He moves you a few paces back to get out of the situation, using his body to shield you from the clash in the pub that had caused yelling and quite the scuffle by the bar. He keeps you with him, trying to keep you just calm enough to not go into a full blown panic attack before Jack can get out to you. He has a quick word with the manager that gets the drunken asshole thrown out the bar and allows Jack to push his way through the mulling crowd to get to you.

Kevin unravels his arms to show you, tucked into him still quivering. Jack rushes over, both of his strong, cold hands finding your flushed cheeks.

“Hey pretty girl,” he coos, “I’ve got you, i’m right here.” He uses his thumb to swipe away each tear that leaves your wide eyes. “Breath with me, baby, come on. Just like this.” Jack makes exaggerated movements in inhaling and exhaling so you can copy him. He keeps you both tucked away in that darker corner of the bar, keeping your body hidden by the muscled build of his body. He coaches your breathing, wipes your tears and talk absolutely nonsense to drag the focus of your mind away from your previous harassment and bring your feet back to the ground. All the while his own mind is racing, connecting vital dots as it becomes clear why you’ve been a bit of a homebody recently. Why you haven’t wanted to go out without him and why you stick to him when you are out together.

“I’m sorry.” You hiccup, sniffling as Jack immediately shakes his head. “No.” He states firmly, “You have nothing to apologise for. How long has this been happening to, baby?”

His voice is so soft, each syllable spoken with genuine love and care that patches your heart so quickly and so easily. “Just since the transfer.” You mutter, keeping your admission as quiet as possible as it leaves your mouth showered in shame. Your boyfriend’s jaw drops, his face one of complete horror. Jack wants to ask why you haven’t told him, in fact he’s desperate to know. But pushing you right now will only make you more upset and he would sooner die that make you cry for a single minute longer. He hates seeing you hurt, his heart shattering with every moment of your pain.

“Well it won’t happen again.” He assures firmly, “Ever.” You don’t doubt him, but you also just don’t know how true that statement could be. He truly can’t be one hundred percent sure as far as you’re concerned. He wraps his arm tightly around your shoulder so he can hold you close to his chest as he leads you out of the bar towards his car. Neither of you were drinking so he was good to drive home with that sickly silence that makes you worry that he’s angry at you.

Jack never has been and he certainly isn’t now. He’s angry at the man in the bar and maybe even more angry at himself. He let you go up there by yourself. He is the one who people were angry at for the transfer. He is the one didn’t score at the weekend. It’s him who’s on the pitch, him who created this issue for you and though he can’t be blamed for other people’s malicious actions, he’ll still blame himself for being the one who put you in a position to have to experience that.

The exhaustion of the day has clearly taken a role on you because when he looks to his left after pulling into the drive, you’ve fallen asleep against the window. His heart softens at the sight of you, his anger momentarily disappearing with how peaceful and restful you look in that moment. He doesn’t have it in him to wake you up, instead opting to scoop you out in his arms and carry you through the door, up the stairs and into bed.

He keeps you in his arms, cradling you like he might with a small child. He just holds you and thinks. Jack thinks about how much he loves you, how much you’ve given up for him and truly how much he would give for you. The soft hearted man doesn’t know how to fix this one just yet. God does he want to. There are few things in the world he wouldn’t give to know and be able to stop it right here, but he’s honest in saying he doesn’t. That’s okay, though. Sometimes nobody knows what to do in a relationship. It’s touch and go a lot of the time and you’re not expecting him to click his fingers and make things perfect.

Instead, he just holds you. It won’t magic everything away, but it sure eases things for the moment. Your very loving, very protective and ever sweet man just holds you and kisses your head, muttering quiet and soothing words despite the fact you barely register them in your sleepy haze. One thing you do make out, however, is the love coating those words and his eye firm assurance that makes your heart beautifully warm;

“Not gonna go anywhere. You got me baby,” he murmurs softly, “mhm, ‘m gonna keep you safe right here with me.”

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sirthisisa-wendys · 2 years

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Escorted: Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

synopsis: mistaken for a sex worker? no problem. Keizo knows how to treat a woman anyways. a collab with @thicksimpx for the Hotel Amour Event

wc: 1k

tw: smut

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"A-are you... um, Arashi?" Keizo looks over at the woman who has approached him, hands trembling as she holds her phone.

"Yeah," he mutters, not really sure who you are but you seem to know him, so... "What's up?"

You take a glance around the hotel lobby, eyes nervously darting to and fro while you consider publicly discussing your previously agreed-upon arrangement. He said he would meet you here in this lobby at 9pm, so why does he look so confused about who you are?

"I... Are you ready to..."

Keizo raises a brow, shifting to lean his elbow on the arm of the couch. You watch his eyes roll up and down your frame before they flick back up to your face. A sweat breaks out on your forehead. I look like my pictures, you want to say, and show him your profile on the escort app. He must have seen them - that's why he accepted your payment for the evening... right?

"I booked a room for us to..." You trail off again, and a light pops on in Keizo's head as you shift slightly, the bag on your shoulder sliding down a little before your quivering fingers catch the strap and push it back up.

Ah, what the hell, Keizo thinks to himself, uncrossing his legs and standing. A night of fun couldn't hurt anyone, right?

"You got the key card?"

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"Why's a pretty thing like you paying someone for company tonight?"

"I just found out my boyfriend was cheating, remember? I told you on the app."

"Ah," Keizo hums, pouring half of the expensive wine out for you and for him. "Right." He takes the glasses away from the minibar and back to the table where you're sitting, eyes glancing at him nervously time and time again.

"I thought you said you had black hair?"

"Dyed it," Keizo laughs, handing you a glass. "Used to be black... but I didn't like it that much."

"Well, it looks good on you." Keizo watches your cheeks flush as your eyes widen, and you hold out a hand to stop whatever thoughts were coming to his mind. "Th-though I'm sure you looked good with black hair, too! I mean, I-- What I meant to say was--" Keizo's laugh starts off as a soft, deep rumble, then becomes slightly louder as you place your face in your palm. "I'm fucking hopeless..."

"You're adorable," he murmurs, taking a swig of his wine. "I don't think you're hopeless."

"First the wine cork and now this..."

"Hey," Keizo whispers, setting his glass down before reaching for your hand. "It's okay. You're doing fine."

"Thanks," you reply meekly. There's a brief pause where you're just holding hands across the table, then Keizo inhales.

"Would you mind if I kissed you?" The question catches you off guard, but you nod, watching him carefully as he stands up and pulls you to your feet. "Close your eyes," he breathes, tilting your chin up as you follow his instructions. You feel his lips ghosting over yours before they press against them, tenderly and gently as if he was still seeking your permission. You hum in surprise, pulling him closer by his shirt as he kisses you over and over again, holding the back of your head in his massive head.

"Arashi..." you exhale, but he pulls back briefly to mutter,

"Keizo. Call me Keizo."

"I thought your name was Takeomi," you mumble back, too enveloped in his essence to care too much about the error. Keizo's eyes fly open as he kisses down your neck, but his body seems to be on auto-pilot as hands roam down your waist and to your beautiful ass.

Takeomi, huh?

"That's what I said?"

"Yeah..." You squeak when he palms your ass, kneading the flesh in his hands slowly.

Too-fucking-bad for him.

"Kei-Keizo," you moan half an hour later, the lingerie you'd carefully placed on underneath your dress now in shreds on the floor as he thrusts into you from below, hands resting neatly on your hips. You hold onto his biceps, eyes closed as you ride him in tandem, as if you were an actual cowgirl.

"Ride me, babe," he grunts, leaning his head back as you quicken your hips, smacking your fleshy thighs against his core. "Oh, fuck..."

"Dick's so good... Gonna be worth every penny." Keizo jolts back into reality, his eyes snapping open once more. He almost forgot you paid for this and not a cent was going to enter his wallet. Not if he could help it, at least. You cum around his length twice before his hips jerk and angle up, his cock pressing as deep as it can into your cunt. As you come down, he covers you in the sheets and snuggles up with you underneath them.

"Hey, um..." You lean down to rest against his chest, hands sliding to his pecs while he runs his hands up your arms. "Probably should confess something."

"Oh," you pant, catching your breath. "What's wrong?"

"I... I'm not an escort." Your face screws up into a confused frown.

"Wait... so you're not Takeomi?"

"You said Arashi," Keizo admits sheepishly. "And my last name is Arashi... but you must have mistaken me for Takeomi Akashi." You stare at him for a moment, daring him to say he's pulling a prank, but when his face doesn't change, you feel the only thing you could ever expect in this situation: embarrassment. "B-but we don't have to stop all of this," Keizo interjects into your thoughts. "I'm rather enjoying myself." You take a moment to think. You need the company, the comfort... What could it hurt?

"You don't have to make a choice right now. Sorry I wasn't upfront with everything." You nod, reaching up to stroke his beard and pull his face closer to yours, kissing his full lips a few times before sighing and leaning against his chest once more.

When you awaken in the morning after a very restful sleep, you find Keizo is long gone, his side of the bed utterly cold. But the ghost of a kiss on your cheek and a note left in his place greet you instead.

Call me if you want to hang out. Free of charge, of course.

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reidyoulikeabook · 3 years

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A is for Ankle Socks

Summary: The first installment in my A-Z of Spencer Reid series. Spencer Reid is very particular about his socks.

Ship: fem ! BAU reader x Spencer Reid

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Discussions of case-typical violence, blood, brief description of a fight, minor injury to reader that requires some stitches.

A/N: hello! this is my first ever series and i’m very nervous about it! it’s going to be a chronological a-z series with Spencer, detailing the progression of your relationship!

Spencer Reid permanently wears odd socks. The only time you can recall him wearing matching ones, in the year you’ve known him, was on days he had to go to court. Then, it was required that he wear the technically mandated uniform of proper leather shoes, and monochrome socks. On those days, Hotch would turn up with a pair of black socks tucked into his briefcase, just in case. Spencer had needed them, twice.

However, today is not a court day. Today is day 8 of a case in back of beyond Oregon that, quite frustratingly, seems to be going absolutely nowhere.

It says quite a lot, really, that in a day spent combing over convicts with domestic violence charges, the sight you look up to see is more viscerally disturbing. Spencer’s perched on the end of a desk, as he so often seems to be, his ankles crossed over each other. Signature black converse on his feet. And he appears...not to be wearing socks?

He notices you looking at him, and flicks his eyes downward self-consciously, “Is something wrong?”

“Are you wearing socks?”

He lets out a quiet laugh, “Uh. No. I meant to go to the laundrette last night but then Hotch called us into that meeting. I wasn’t expecting to be out here this long.”

“Is it comfortable?” You ask, “Wearing those without socks?”

He kicks his feet around just slightly, “Not really. I guess I’d forgotten about it until you mentioned.”

“Sorry,” You say, with an apologetic smile.

“Not your fault,” He says, looking back at the paperwork in his lap, “Hey would you mind coming to take a look at this actually? I think I might have something.”

***

By day 2, you’d learnt that the only sandwich shop in town had a reputation for bad food hygiene that none of you felt like risking. Normally, everyone would roll their eyes at Spencer for his investigation into such things. However, in this case, everyone else seemed to be as thankful as you always were.

It’s your turn to do the lunch run today, so you head to the grocery store that isn’t too far out of town. Putting your car in park, you mentally run through the list that the team had given you: cheap pasta for everyone but Rossi, who was willing to risk running foul of their microwave meal selection, as many coffee supplies as you could manage, some sour gummy worms for Spencer, mineral water for Hotch, and tights for you. It was frankly quite impractical to wear the things. You ran through so many brambles, fell down so many times, that you almost felt you should get pantyhose hazard pay. In fall in Oregon though? You’d splash out the $6 for the sake of preventing frostbite. If only because Hotch would be furious.

You smile at the thought. Wandering through the aisles, you collect everything you need. Spencer only asked for a pack of sour gummy worms, but, with a smile on your face, you decide to get him the strawberry laces he likes too.

It’s only when you scan the cart, last minute, that you realise what you’ve forgotten.

Tights. Shit.

Wheeling the cart around, you weave through the aisles looking for them. The underwear aisle is aisle 20, and it looks like it’s been ransacked. Flicking through the disorganised display, you see them.

A five pack of socks, adorned with farm animals and backgrounds of a completely clashing colour. It’s almost too bright for you, but you know a certain sockless Spencer who will be sure to appreciate them. Out of curiousity, you navigate your way over to the men’s section and have a look through. Mostly, it’s all black and navy. Right at the back though, you spy a similarly garish looking pack, this time with vegetables on.

You put them in the basket, eyes flickering over a pair of matching aubergine patterned boxers, as you make your way over to the tights. You select your usual kind, turning your attention back to the boxers.

Is it weird to get him boxers?

He’d know it was a joke, right?

Is it weird to get him socks?

Well he didn’t have any

Yeah but you don’t need to get him two packs

Yes I do we might be here a while

10 more days?

He could fall. He could spill coffee on his shoes. He could get shot.

How would socks help with him getting shot?

Your internal monologue gives you a moments reprieve, and then.

Kinda weird you got him socks

Nobody else would have got him socks

Yeah well I’m just thoughtful.

The last thought crosses your mind without permission, and you almost bristle at the brazenness of your lie to yourself. However, you decide, examining the real reasons you’re so eager to provide comfort to your favourite co-worker would require mental stamina you didn’t have right now. Mental stamina that would be better put to use on the case at hand. Mental stamina that definitely wasn’t being used to employ the BAU’s favourite defense mechanism: denial.

***

“I got you a surprise.”

“A surprise?” Spencer spins around in his chair to face you.

“Yep,” You say, plopping the sweets down onto the desk in front of him and grinning.

“Strawberry laces!” He says, smile lighting up his face, “Thanks ____!”

“That’s not the surprise.”

He quirks his brow, confusion tugging at his features, “Then what’s the surprise?”

You untuck your arms from behind your back, handing him the pairs of socks.

He looks down at them. He’s silent for a moment, and your heart thuds.

Fuck.

Told you it was weird.

It’s definitely weird.

He definitely thinks you’re-

You don’t have time to finish that thought, however, because Spencer scoots his chair back. Standing up, he pulls you into a hug. He gently squeezes you, and when he speaks his voice is low, cracking a little.

“Thank you,” He says quietly, “That was really thoughtful of you. Thank you.”

You lean into him, allowing yourself to be enveloped, “No problem. I know you have some issues with sensory things sometimes and I just thought, you know,” you trail off, “Anyway, I didn’t know which ones you’d prefer and I know you like to mix and match anyway so I just got both.”

He doesn’t say anything. But he squeezes you again, tighter this time, before releasing you. Strangely, he won’t meet your eye as he does.

“I’m gonna go put them on, okay?”

“Okay,” You say, watching a little quizically as he hurriedly heads out of the room.

Derek happens to be heading back to the room, bumping into Spencer on his way out.

“You alright kid?” He asks.

“I'm fine," Spencer says, waving him off. He tries to avoid meeting Derek’s eyes, knowing as well as he does that if the profiler catches the look on his face he’ll be found out.

Derek allows him to shrug past him with a confused glance over his shoulder. He walks into the room, scooping the nearest file off the desk and asking in your general direction, “You know what’s up with him?”

“Nope,” You say, popping the p.

You don’t. And it’d bother you, except you genuinely don’t have time right now to dwell on it. Although, try as you might to focus on narrowing down this list of factories in the area, it niggles at you.

***

You don’t see Spencer again until you’re heading out to the unsubs location. You get called out by Hotch in the minute before he returns, and then it’s all guns blaring. Emily and Dave managed to work some magic with Penelope, and the place he’s holding the hostage has been narrowed down to a factory quite far out of town.

You’re perched in the back, discussing entry tactics with Hotch when your eyes travel down to Spencer’s shoes.

One chicken, and one broccoli sock sit on his left and right feet respectively. It’s hard to see them though, with how far they are down his feet.

Hotch answers his phone then, immediately barking down commands at the local PD who are apparently failing to summon adequate manpower, in Hotch’s opinion at least.

You take the moment to cautiously lean over to Spencer, whispering, “Were they not the right size?”

He smiles at you, “They fit just fine as ankle socks.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even think to check the sizes, womens ones are pretty much all one size. I completely forget that men have massively different sized feet.”

He laughs, “Are you suggesting I have huge feet?”

You feel yourself flush a little, “I don’t think that’d necessarily be an inaccurate suggestion.”

Amused, he smiles. Hotch turns around to you both, momentarily taking his eyes off the road, “I need you to call Penelope, and tell her to get us all the CCTV she can get in the area. If we’re going to have to go in without enough men to cover the perimeter we’ll need all the tactical advantages we can get.”

“Of course, sir.”

***

Lunging forward, you tackle the unsub to the ground, effectively freeing Spencer from the grasp he’d previously been held in.

“It’s over Peter,” Hotch’s voice comes, even and steady.

“No it’s not.”

Before you can even register what’s happening, you’re being tossed backwards, landing against some barbed wire. Immediately, you’re on your feet again, running after him. Not noticing how the wire has ripped a hole in your tights, and cut into your leg a little.

Grabbing his arms behind him, you use all your strength to subdue him to the floor, handcuffing him. Wiping the sweat off your brow, you breathe out a deep sigh of relief.

Derek has it from there, patting you on the shoulder and giving you a “Good job kiddo.” He leads Peter out.

You rub your chest, feeling the adrenaline start to flood out of your body with all the excitement now over. A stinging senstation in your calf gets your attention, and looking down you see the nasty wound oozing blood. It isn’t much, nothing that two stitches won’t fix.

“Are you alright?” Spencer asks, having gotten up from his position on the floor, “You didn’t have to...Derek would have gotten him.”

“Why should he be the only one that gets to tackle people?” You ask, letting out a breathless tinkle of a laugh.

“Statistically, he is the one who does the most tackling out of all of us. Then Hotch, then Emily, then Rossi, then me, then you.”

“I am not the one that tackles the least,” You say indignantly.

He tips his head to the side, “Are you gonna argue with the guy who has an eidetic memory or are we going to get you stitched up?”

“Both, please.”

He laughs at that, linking his arm around your waist. You limp against him a little, out to the paramedics. Mostly it’s for Spencer’s benefit. That’s what you tell yourself, you’re letting him help you so he doesn’t feel emasculated.

When has Spencer Reid ever fallen pray to toxic masculinity?

He might have

When?

Well he could

You just like how he smells

It’s true. The faint waft of his cologne is incredibly comforting. He doesn’t loosen his grip on you for even a second, helping to hoist you so you can sit on the ambulance bed while the medics attend to your leg. You’re feeling a little woozy, so Spencer sits next to you, allowing you to lean on him for support.

“Can you tell me something?” You ask, gritting your teeth, “Distract me?”

It doesn’t really hurt, getting stitched up, you’ve just never found it the most comfortable of processes. All your favourite cases have ended with you not having to get sewn up. You know that much.

“I’ve actually only tackled one more person than you in my entire BAU career,” He says, deciding to return to your former discussion, “I didn’t really go out in the field all that much until a couple years in, it was only because of Hotch that I really went out in the field to take down an unsub for the first time. That was March 12th, 2005. You’ve only been here 9 months and have done almost as much physical stuff as me. One more and we’re even.”

“Well, if you could try not to be the person getting tackled by the unsub next time. Then I might not have to make a tackle.”

His mouth turns up at the corner, “You tackled him for me?”

You feel yourself growing embarassed, “Not for you. For the socks.”

“Oh the socks?”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s a little unfair to go putting yourself in harms way while wearing a gift someone got for you. 5 dollar socks Spencer, practically designer at that price, I’d hate to see them ruined day one.”

He laughs, his tone playful, “Well you’ll need to bare that in mind.”

“Huh?”

He tilts his head towards Emily, strutting her way across to the ambulance with Spencer’s go-bag in her arms. She hands it to him, smiling at you.

“Should I let Morgan know the team will no longer be in need of his services?”

You snort, “I’d hate to steal his brand.”

She shakes her head, “Drinks when we get back? Hotch said the jet’s ready for whenever you’re done, and Rossi says he’s buying.”

“You got it,” You nod.

She pats you on the shoulder, exaggeratedly eyeing your leg again and rolling her eyes as she walks away, “Idiot.”

You smile, turning back towards Spencer, “Are you coming for drinks? I can drive you home.”

He visibly considers it for a moment, “Yeah. That’d be nice.”

“You’re all done here,” The paramedic interrupts, wiping down your leg with an anti-bacterial wipe, “Was a really smooth tear for barbed wire, shouldn’t leave that much of a scar.”

They press a bandage over it and you thank them, getting to your feet with the help of Spencer.

“Wait, why’d you get Emily to bring your go-bag if we’re going home?”

He looks almost bashful. Out of his bag, he pulls a three pack of tights. Just the kind you always wear. Down to your preferred brand, and everything.

“When did you-?”

“I noticed you rip them a lot while we’re on cases. I didn’t know if it was weird but then...the socks?” He gestures at his feet, floundering, “I’m sorry if that’s...I just didn’t-”

“No,” You cut off his ramble, “No, Spencer, that’s really sweet. Thank you, thank you so much. Can I hug you?”

He nods, happily. You wrap him into your arms, pressing your face against his chest. Inhaling the scent of him. Reveling in how safe you feel, how protected, thinking how you’d take three hundred stitches if it meant you got Spencer out of harms way. He was so thoughtful, so kind, so attentive to detail.

Oh fuck.

You can barely look at him. It hits you like a train, the realisation. Co-workers save each other from unsubs. Friends buy each other gifts that have meaning and value. But only somebody who is in love feels like this when they get handed tights. Oh.

It’s a warm feeling. Overwhelming. So much so that you miss Spencer saying he’ll be right back, scooting off to Rossi who’s shouting him over with a question the local PD need answering for their report.

You stumble a little, thankful that you have the blood loss and adrenaline rush to blame if anybody were to notice.

You wait for the wave of denial to hit, to come and lock your feelings back in the treasure chest you’ve managed to shove them down into now. It doesn’t come. Instead, you look at Spencer with a sense of awe that feels newfound, but has actually been here all along. Watching him speak to Rossi, you really notice him: just how much he gestures with his hands, how quickly he relays information, how the huge smile on his face, when he turns around to notice you staring, truly meets his eyes.

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You can’t tell if it makes you a good profiler, or somewhat of a stalker, that you notice Spencer wears the ankle socks you got him to work everyday for the next 9 days.

Spencer worries he’s being a little too obvious, but he can’t help that whenever he sees the socks he beams at them. They remind him of you. Unbeknownst to everybody but Dave (who somehow notices everything), he spends a good minute or so a day sneaking a peek at the novelty socks under his converse. And then trailing his eyes over to you. Thinking how much he loves the person who got them for him.

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Territory Getting Hotter

Pairing: Carol Danvers x enhanced!Fem Reader

Words: ~2.9k

Summary: You’ve made another mess for the Avengers and they find out about your relationship with Captain Danvers

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fe receiving oral sex, use of toys, squirting, overstimulation, light dom aspects), mentions of canon level violence, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

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You beamed at Carol when she walked into the kitchen, still bleary eyed from sleep as she stretched and ran a hand through her hair.

“Hey babe!” You grinned at her. “Guess who made pancakes?”

“You’re the best sweetie.” She murmured, wrapping around your back and nuzzling into your hair. “We’ll make a housewife out of you yet.”

You laughed as she moved to pour herself some coffee when there was a sudden pounding on the front door.

“Danvers!!” A low voice shouted through the door. “Open up, its Rogers!!”

“Shit!” She hissed, looking around frantically as she tried to find someplace to stash you.

“Would you relax?” You said as you rolled your eyes at her. “He has to find out sometime.”

“Yeah, but not today! He already sounds pissed. One second!!” She shouted back, throwing on some sweats. “Just find somewhere to hide, I don’t feel like dealing with this today.”

She moved to open the door as you shook your head at her, weighing your hiding place options.

“Hey Steve, what’s up?” She said, nonchalantly as she let him inside.

“What’s up? Have you watched the news yet this morning?” He seethed as he stormed into the kitchen.

“Oh no. What did she do?” Carol said, taking a deep breath and cursing you in her head for whatever shit storm you’d started now.

“I can’t even talk about it, I’m so mad.” He growled, moving to pour himself a cup of coffee without even asking. “Even Stark was pissed, and he’s usually pretty lenient.”

“Uh-huh.” Carol said as she chewed on her lip and nibbled on a piece of bacon.

“She managed to drag Thor into it, too. We may have to move her to a full time handler, one that she can’t corrupt.” He said, starting to calm down a little bit. “We’re having a meeting about it in 30 minutes, just wanted you to be prepared. How would you feel about taking her on?”

Carol heard a snort from somewhere in the apartment and did her best not to whip around to find you. Unfortunately Steve heard it to with his damn super soldier hearing.

“What was that?” He hissed, his eyes darting all over the quarters.

“Uh, my smoke alarm’s been acting up.” Carol muttered, trying to usher him out the door. “I’ll think about it, see you soon!”

She slammed the door closed and started searching for you.

“What the fuck did you do, baby?” She asked, scanning the apartment for you.

“Y’know, I think I’m gonna leave that for a surprise.” She heard from above her head and shot her gaze upwards.

You had somehow managed to wedge yourself into a tiny corner in the ceiling of the hallway leading to her bedroom. She was giving you a disapproving look as you dropped to the floor with a grunt and grinned at her.

“You think you can handle me babe?” You said as you moved to the bedroom to get dressed.

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The two of you were sitting across from each other in the conference room half an hour later, trying to act like you didn’t fuck each other’s brains out every chance you got.

Or, at least Carol was. You were sliding your foot up the inside of her leg as she glared murderously at you and you just grinned like an idiot. She shook her head at you and turned to look at the giant screen where Tony was pulling up the surveillance footage as the rest of the team gave you exasperated glances.

“Oh, here we go, we’re getting to the good part.” Tony said, giving you a meaningful look as he slowed the footage down. “Now who’s this guy you just punched in the face and then threw across the club like a rag doll?”

“I think that’s the Duke of Edinburgh.” You said with a shrug, leaning back in your chair.

“No, that’s the Duke of Sussex, y’know, the queen’s nephew.” Nat said as she took a long drink of her coffee, looking exhausted.

“Oh shit, really?” You said, still grinning like an idiot. “Whoops.”

“And wait, here’s where Point Break blows all the lights in the club, which he says was your idea, so the two of you can make a run for it.” Stark said when the video suddenly went black.

“We weren’t making a run for it, we were pursuing our suspect.” You said, staring daggers at Thor as he tried to sink into his chair.

“Uh-huh, and did you catch your suspect?” Steve said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, he’s in holding right now.” You said with a shrug.

“What?! Why wasn’t that in your report?” Rogers said as he started to dig through the pile of paperwork in front of him.

“I haven’t completed the report yet, Captain Rogers.” You said lightly. “I made sure to update Captain Danvers though.”

“Let’s not get off track, this is about you assaulting a member of the royal family.” Tony said as he tried to redirect the conversation.

“He assaulted me first! He grabbed my ass and made some very ungentlemanly comments about what he would do if he got me in his car.” You said, pouting as you rested your head on your hands.

“He did grab her ass, Stark. I saw it.” Thor piped up before Rogers shot him a look and he went back to inspecting his coffee.

“So you threw him? That seems like a bit of an overreaction.” Tony said with an uncomfortable shrug.

“It’s a reflex, Stark.” You said, your eyes rolling back in your head as the other women frowned at him. “Sorry, I don’t think putting up with sexual harassment is in my job description.”

“Ok, ok fine. Nat, is there anyway you can spin this?” Stark said, turning to Romanoff as she let out a deep sigh.

“Yeah, the man is a pretty notorious dog, shouldn’t be too hard.” She muttered.

“Great! Excellent meeting team, see y’all at the next one!” You said, starting to stand up before Steve turned his attention to you.

“No, we still need to discuss your recklessness, Y/L/N.” He seethed, shooting you a scowl that you returned with a mocking air that had Carol trying to hold back a snort. “I’ve thought about it a lot and I think the best course is to have you under more direct supervision. I considered splitting up you and Odinson but I feel like that would just spread the chaos around after how much you’ve corrupted him.”

You shot a grin and a wink at Thor that he returned as the two of you finally relaxed, but Steve was still talking.

“So, Danvers is going to be accompanying you on your missions now. I feel like her levelheaded attitude is just what’s needed to keep you two in line.” He said with a satisfied smirk.

“Uh, you sure Danvers is the best choice there, Cap?” Tony said whole Nat snickered into her coffee.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t she be?” Steve said as he looked around at everyone’s amused expressions with confusion.

“They’re fucking each other Steve.” Nat said nonchalantly, sending Steve into a spluttering fit as you started cackling and Carol just rolled her eyes and groaned.

“What?!” Rogers roared, his eyes moving frantically between you and Carol as you grinned at him like an idiot. “How long has this been happening?”

“Six months.” Carol said resignedly, taking a gulp of coffee as she shrugged uncomfortably. “Didn’t really feel like dealing with the paperwork.”

“Si... six months?” Steve groaned, burying his face in his hands. “And you didn’t think that might be a conflict of interest?”

“Don’t worry Cap, Danvers is quite the disciplinarian.” You said with a wicked grin as you waggled your eyebrows suggestively.

Carol growled at you and gave you a meaningful look, and you just rolled your eyes at her before leaning back on your chair and propping your boots on the conference table.

“Well... shit.” Steve sighed, running his palm over his face in exasperation. “I guess Bucky can probably oversee some of your ops, and I’ll take over the rest of them. What?”

You and Thor both groaned at that, rolling your eyes at each other.

“Just, Barnes? Could you pick a bigger stick in the mud?” You said with a shrug. “I mean, we get it dude. You were tortured by evil scientists for years who turned you into a mindless killing machine, who wasn’t? And, I love you Steve, but do you even drink?”

“Ok, we’re gonna head out now.” Carol said as she frowned at you, stepping between you and Steve before a real fight broke out. “Guess we’ll report to HR as soon as we can.”

“Uh-huh.” Rogers mumbled, pouting a little as she ushered you out of the room.

Nat followed after the two of you lazily, shaking her head at Steve and Tony as Stark and Thor tried to assure the Captain that he was loads of fun to be around and a blast at all their parties.

“Congrats again you two.” She said with a grin as she split down a different hallway to her own quarters.

“Thanks Nat! You ever gonna tell him about you and Wilson?” You yelled after her, laughing when she flipped you off over her shoulder. “Told ya they knew, babe.”

“Yeah.” She mumbled before grinning at you. “So, you beat up a royal?”

“Shit. In my defense, I didn’t know he was a royal until after I threw him.” You said, following her down the hall back to her apartment. “I thought he was just a smarmy asshole.”

“That’s the problem, sweetheart.” She purred over her shoulder. “You never consider the consequences of your actions.”

“That’s all I think about, babe.” You said with a wicked grin as you waited for her to open the door.

“And now you’re dragging poor Thor into your messes.” She tutted, shaking her head at you as she closed the door and stripped off her jacket. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you had a little crush on that himbo.”

“If you didn’t know better?” You beamed at her, starting to unbutton your jeans and step out of your boots. “Honey, he’s a literal god. I have a massive crush on him.”

“Oh, are you trying to make me jealous?” She ripped off her tank top and threw it aside. “Cuz I’m already pissed at you.”

“Yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?”

She stepped forward and gripped your jaw tightly, smashing her mouth to yours as she started steering you towards the bedroom. You yelped when she tossed you on the bed, grinning as she climbed on top of you.

“You’re such a bad girl.” She growled at you, ripping your bra off in one quick motion.

You screamed when she slapped your tit harshly, the stinging sensation warming your chest while she bent to open the top drawer of the nightstand.

“I am. I’m fucking horrible.” You gasped as she rifled around. “What are you doing?”

She grinned at you as she straightened back up, holding a set of extra shiny looking restraints.

“These are vibranium.” She cooed as she grabbed your wrists and dragged them above your head, hooking them through the headboard as you panted underneath her. “I stole them from R and D, and there’s no way even you can break out of them.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” You said around a smirk, giving your hands a test yank and nodding appreciatively as Carol shackled each of your feet to the opposing bedposts.

She bit her lip as she stared at you, your legs spread wide over the bed and making your back arch. You moaned as she tore off your panties and slapped your pussy, your muscles twitching as arousal seeped out of you.

“Mmm, you look so good like this.” She mumbled, sliding down until she was laying between your thighs. “Can’t decide whether I should edge you all night or make you come so many times you forget your own name.”

She ran her tongue over your slit in a heavy stripe and you let out a shriek as you came as soon as she reached your clit. She pressed your hips into the mattress as she lashed her tongue against your bundle of nerves, making your legs quiver with the strain of your orgasm.

“Looks like you made my decision for me.” She grinned at you before diving back in.

Her tongue swirled through your folds expertly, sucking your lips into your mouth and humming against you as your pussy started clenching around nothing. She wrapped her lips around your clit and you came again with a sob as your limbs pulled against the restraints, your body trying to arch off the bed.

She shoved her tongue inside you and you screamed as another orgasm crashed over you when her teeth brushed against your tiny bundle of nerves. Carol kept curling her tongue inside you as you vibrated underneath her, moaning as your release flowed into her mouth and soaked her chin.

“Fuck, Carol!” You whined as she sat up between your legs and lightly ran her fingers over your inner thighs. “That was almost too much.”

“Oh, we’re not done yet.” She smirked as she watched you panting underneath her, reaching for the bedside table again while you squirmed.

“Hey!” you exclaimed as she pulled out a massive dildo from the drawer of toys. “Is that my stormbreaker? I’ve been looking for that!”

“Yeah, well I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” She murmured before dragging the length on the thing through your slick coated folds, making you keen. “Did you know this thing comes with a thruster?”

“Yeah, why do you think I bought it?” You teased before your eyes rolled back in your head as she shoved it inside you.

She started fucking you with the toy at a punishing pace, grinning as you came apart like putty in her hands. Tears started leaking down your cheeks when she turned the vibrating function on and angled it so it was teasing against your clit with each push.

You whined as she bent over you and wrapped her lips around your nipple and swirled her tongue around it. She grinned against your chest as you tried to arch into her mouth, your restraints still holding you in place.

“Mmm, you gonna come again baby?” She muttered, nipping at the curve of your breast as your body started twitching, your release looming over you as you sobbed wordlessly. “Do it, you look so pretty when you fall apart.”

She twisted her wrist and you shrieked as your pussy fluttered wildly, your release leaking out around the dildo and pooling on her sheets. Your cried as she kept fucking you through it, wet sloshing sounds filling her bedroom as the toy slid in and out of you easily.

You let out an inhuman wail when she turned on the thruster and you felt the tip of the toy punch you in the cervix, coming again immediately as your body writhed wildly.

“Shit, I see why you love this thing.” She smirked as she kissed her way up your chest, still shoving the toy into your overworked cunt as your body went lax, your head polling to the side and drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. “You think about Thor fucking you when you use this, babe? Maybe I should bring him in here to fuck you stupid while I watch, would you like that?”

You just mumbled stupidly as your body shook with another orgasm, sinking into the bed in your fucked out state. Her slap snapped you out of it, making you take in a sharp breath as your brain rebooted.

“I asked you a question.” She growled as she twisted the toy again and you let out a low moan.

“I feel like this might be a trap.” You gasped as she palmed at your breast and laid down against your shoulder, still thrusting the toy into you viciously.

“That sounds like a yes to me.” She purred, nuzzling into your neck as she gave the toy a final push.

You screamed as she pulled it out of you suddenly, your release squirting out of you in a violent rush. Your body thrashed violently with the power of your orgasm and Carol cursed as you snapped her headboard and bedposts, the bed frame shuddering before one of the legs gave out and it sank to the floor with a crash.

“Holy fuck, you ok?” She asked, sitting up and grinning at you as she assessed the damage you’d caused.

“Yeah.” You said, swallowing thickly as you moved your limbs with a groan. “At least we know the cuffs work! Sorry about your bed.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She murmured, grabbing the key and unlocking the restraints before pulling you back against her chest. “We’ll just use yours I guess.”

“Are you gonna move in with me? I think that may give Rogers an aneurysm.”

“He’ll get over it.” She shrugged as you nuzzled into her chest. “Now, how do you think we should approach Thor?”

“What?! You were serious?”

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filipofmounthonora · 2 years

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RANDOM SGE REWRITE / AU THINGS

suddenly feeling the ghost of my 14yo self throttling me to be cringe and annoying (debatable) again and me and @evening-blossoms have a Torrent of ideas weve been building up over the years that i HAVE to get out or i will just. idk. start screaming? and never stop??? idk

also disclaimer this is very very tangentially related to any form of arthuriana. at least half of this is incorrect to anyone who has actually read and knows the stories. or sge for that matter lmaooooo

PART ONE: THE DRAGON OF CAMELOT

the pendragons are an absolutely rabid family and it all started with uther. hes the grand old patriarch of this family and by god he is. possibly the sole cause of every single fucking problem ever in the au. at least the ones that arent cause by r*fal

uther pendragon was a general for king gorlois of camelot until uther decided the crown was shiny enough to start a coup over. he was helped by merlin and later nimue and also uh his Epic Cool Fire Powers

he married igraine. not because he believes in marriage or anything this man is Completely sterile. he just thinks her kids are cool. he might be a dragon in human form

their names are morgause and cecilia and while morgause is fucking Rabid (aka your average young girl) cecilia is older and also Actually Cares her dad got butchered by some GUY. uther doesnt seem to register this he just thinks shes shy (even after 20+ years of being her stepfather)

at some point uthers hoarding behavior extends to Collecting behavior and he decides he wants another kid ([igraine voice] like to hang out with?? [uther voice] yeah) anyway here's alessandra of camelot and.

at this point i think its just going to be an entire recap of the pendragons family history in bullet point form. so. find the rest under the cut. if you dont want to its ok ily anyway stay safe 🥰

years go by and the girls grow up and igraine is still longsuffering and uther is still. idk hes weird. hes a weirdo. hes my funny grandpa guy if you know succession hes like logan. with fire powers. anyway morgause marries king lot of orkney (or oakwood. maybe) and alessandra falls in love with one of her father's knights, ector 🥰

storian better write ector a good ending bc hes has to ask uther for his daughter's hand in marriage. (morgause's marriage was a kept arrangement by gorlois) anyway poor guys sweating in his boots ready to be run through with his own sword and turned into a shish kebab. but it works out well bc uther has a Massive soft spot for his kids

morgause and alessandra all have happy(ish, in morgs case) lives with their husbands and have kids etc etc. morgause is also planning lot's death and manipulating the knight (lamorak) shes having an affair with to do the killing but thats neither here nor there and shes a girlboss anyway 🥰

INTERLUDE ONE: WHOSE DAMN BABY IS THIS

in order of uh. whats the word. Birthing theres alessandras first (and arguably Only) son kay. Japeth kay pendragon, to be specific. hes the oldest and hes everyones golden boy hes strong and clever and 🥰🥰🥰 UTHER'S HEIR TO THE THRONE. all caps bc this is a surprise tool that will help us later. or not if you like know whos the next king of camelot 💀

next up, a few months later, is morgauses firstborn, gawain [middle name] pendragon. of orkney. he is as rabid as his mother used to be and also he and kay shared a crib/bedroom/home for basically their entire lives theyre basically like brothers if brothers were Obsessed with you. gawain is kind of. if youve watched hannibal he is like hannibal. but louder and worse. (how is kay so normal genuinely like)

and then Immediately after him (or like. five minutes) heulwen pendragon of orkney. shes more of the brains of the operation. she actually Thinks about things for more than one second before deciding to disembowel the problem away. she isnt opposed to horrific violence though. poison is usually just cleaner.

and immediately after Her is ceridwen pendragon of orkney. a little copy of her mother 🥰 although slightly more impulsive. always trailing behind heulwen, more of the Doer to her sister's Planner

Hell Triplets Hell Triplets Hell Triplets H

theres a lull for a few years, and then agravain pendragon of orkney is born. and he is born rather frail and sickly and honestly king lot is kind of disgusted by it. Eugh how DARE this son be chronically ill!! Stick Him In The Attic Where I Cant See Him!!!! imo morgause shouldve killed lot right then and there but ig shes more patient than i am. puberty will hit ags like a truck tho he'll be Massive. but for now hes mostly [agravain voice] mamMa, why cant i play outside like the other children? 🥺🥺🥺

3 years later and out pops gaheris of orkney. hes a lot more. Abled than agravain,,,,,, at First. heulwen and ceridwen do something Unspeakable to this poor infant and now one of his arms is longer than the other. king lot is disappointed yet again. gaheris doesnt talk much and he greatly prefers trying to burn ants (and small animals. and his siblings) with magnifying glasses. hes awful to be around.

INTERLUDE TWO: THE ARTHUR PROBLEM

so far i have neglected to mention cecilias love life for one reason. she didnt have one. until a handsome young seer from someplaceinthewoods strolls in and storians point if there was ever a time for weirdly ominous music to start playing it would be here and now. this seers name is Arthur (currently the first). he doesn't know it yet but falling in love with cecilia is going to be the Worst Decision Of Their Entire Lives.

shortly after a whirlwind romance they settle down, get married, try for kids, the usual. all this while though good ol arthur 1 has been having some pretty,,,,, Troubling dreams. ones that say cecelia will bear a cursed child who will one day bring ruin to the woods and its very dramatic tbh. arthurs worried, though. very worried. dreams arent just dreams when youre a seer. and cecelias just announced she's pregnant.

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cecilia is dead, arthur is executed for treason and murder, alessandra adopts her dead sisters newborn but cant even give him cecilias name because uther needs a scapegoat. anyway say hello to arthur proper everyone. the arthur we all know and love(????)

alessandra, ector, and the family move out to nottingham where theres some Nice Peace And Quiet And Zero Gruesome Murder Whatsoever. unfortunately kay is still uthers heir so the old man would like him in camelot. for his education, yknow. teach the boy useful things! like stabbing and maiming.

arthur grows up um. averagely in nottingham. yea his cousins all think hes cursed and stay as Far away from him as possible and/or bully him (without kay getting on their case about it) but at least he's got grisella around! and merlin's new ward, callis,,,, although she doesnt seem to like him that much.

kay goes to sge and all. gawain and his sisters do too. although how on Earth they got into the school for GOOD,,,, idk. [coughcough] king lot [cough]. they have fun, make memories, Dont get horrifically transformed into animals or plants. kays amazing but how in earth did the orkneys survive. beats me

PART TWO: THE CALIBURN DILEMMA

and then uther just fuckin Disappears. is he dead? has he abdicated? is he being imprisoned by nimue at the bottom of the lake for being too old? who knows! but that leaves the throne Wiiiide open for an 18yo kay to move in. the people love him anyway hes nicer than uther and less murderous than uther and is generally more. Good. which is something camelot has been Severely missing for the past,,,,,,, idk 30? years

so the pendragons host this fun cool coronation tournament and kay can have His Special Day and show off his skills🥰🥰 but Uh Oh! someones forgotten his sword on the trip from nottingham! oh Arthur you silly goose [laugh track] now How will kay compete?? you better go find another sword Right Away!

arthur what are you doing. yes that sword in the square is abandoned but. no why are you pulling it from the stone. arthur did you read the plaque under it Arthur No Arthur Stop ARTHUR DONT PRESENT IT TO KAY OH NO

so this is how arthur starts a civil war by running an errand. turns out the sword was caliburn, gorlois's family sword, aaaaand its been enchanted to only be drawn by the legitimate heir of gorlois. And Guess Who That Isn't. so kay is. torn between family loyalty and. Everything He's Been Raised For and the kingdom is about to tear itself apart between supporters of kays reformation and believers in the old rule.

similarly, the pendragons are torn apart. the orkneys already saw arthur as a threat, barely part of the family at all. especially gawain, who loves kay an. unhealthy amount. and basically offers to carve arthur from gut to gullet. this does not help their straining relationship.

kay chooses arthur.

he gives up his claim on the crown and tries to convince himself he did the right thing by giving the throne back to the family his grandfather usurped. but he did saddle a 12 year old with the reign of a kingdom so until he's old enough, arthur needs a regent, and,,,, well,,,,

PART THREE: THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

so when arthurs 15 he gets shipped off to sge. joining him are callis, gaheris, and gareth

INTERLUDE THREE: GARETH

like two years after arthur is born morgause has her last kid. aka gareth. and then she causes a little battle to happen in which king lot is killed by lamorak and she becomes the sole ruler of. whatever kingdom shes in. probably oakwood.

PART THREE: THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL (cont'd)

and its pretty shit for arthur ngl. hes pathetic. hes also a middle schooler. hes a repressed bisexual with a family history of alcoholism and mental illness. and now hes going to be turned into a newt [stares depressedly out of rainy window]

so he turns to literally the only person who can Probably help him AND doesnt hate his guts. aka callis 🥰 read my fic. do it now. basically she says yes tho. and then they have study group together until callis's roommate evanore (nora for short) gets suspicious and follows cal and finds out and callis convinces nora to blackmail them.

under pretense of getting callis to do her homework for her nora joins the study group (the real reason is arthur is Deeply pathetic and needs to be studied like a bug). their other roommates aleksander and george join the study group. nora's forest group member robin joins the study group. robin's roommates castor and pollux join the study group. gareth joins the study group. gaheris does not.

upon event of trial by tale nora and arthur have festered a rivalry that results in them having a Deeply petty fistfight in the woods and they are Both sent out relatively early. later nora asks him to teach her how to swordfight well. arthur does not know how to swordfight well. they become good friends.

we knows about the lance gwen arthur love triangle thing so ill skip it. snow ball happens. lance dances with gwen. arthur needs to have a cry about it so he runs off into the blue forest to have hysterics. he may or may not make out with aleksander about it (long story). they never speak to or make eye contact with each other again for 20 solid years. aleksander is somehow still tedros's godfather.

the next two years is full of magic and wonder and many many nosebleeds. nora undergoes character growth. arthur degrades. fourth year quests are assigned!!! 🥰 somehow he manages to get gwen to come back with him to camelot. callis is regretting her decision to be his secret wingwoman.

INTERLUDE FOUR: WHAT HAPPENS IN CAMELOT STAYS IN CAMELOT, or EVELYN PART ONE

in the meantime while kays been regent and preparing camelot for arthur's reign, he hires diplomat constantin sader to smooth over remaining resentment, as well as to reestablish ties to (ever) kingdoms gorlois had once allied with. constantin brings along his daughter (because storian knows she needs to learn Something. like responsibility)

this daughter is evelyn sader. and her father was right. she Does learn something. its definitely not responsibility. she takes one look at camelots gilded castle and decides that one day she is going to be queen.

and so begins the most baffling period in kays whole life, when evelyn decides her easiest path to success is to woo him and get him to betray arthur, who he was willing to give up his entire future for. i never said she learned how to be Smart. maybe she shouldve paid more attention to constantin, who knows.

and i Did say kay was clever but also he's been through a lot. the closest thing he has to an actual friend is gawain and. Uh. Yeah. so when evelyn strolls in and tells him hes Working too hard 🙄 Ugh come on we're getting you Out of this stuffy office!! and manic pixie dream girlfailures her way around his life, weeeeellll hes a little bit. 🥺👉👈

odd couple if ive ever seen one. she weasels his way into her life and attaches herself to his family and by the time constantin realizes what shes trying to do shes beloved by the pendragons. constantin shakes his head in disappointment. This Girl. Whatever Will He Do With Her? How Did He Get Here?

PART FOUR: MORGAN LE FAY IS NOT RELATED TO ARTHUR IN THE SLIGHTEST

someone who is Also regretting her life choices is nora, who has just found out shes going to lead her friends to overthrow and/or attempt murder upon dear sweet arthur. this Definitely violates the bro code even more than arthur stealing gwen from lance (although. how weak does your game have to be to lose to ARTHUR.)

nora waffles about for a few weeks while her quest group (alek, george, callis, and castor+pollux) starts to disband. george leaves to be a pirate. callis is [REDACTED]. castor+pollux were ditched Ages ago. nora and aleksander put their big brain heads together and have a Massive thinking session and the best they can come up with to both Not fail And not piss off arthur is to. be in disguise. also it Would help the lil guy out 🥰 make him seem cooler for beating his Big Bad Nemesis

it starts with getting a man on the inside. nora knows something of swordfighting so its up to her to sidle up to arthur and lie through her teeth about why she wants to be his knight. she physically cannot lie. arthur is exceedinly optimistic and has the deepest faith in everyone. nora is introduced as sir lionel, newest knight of the newly formed round table. leo for short.

soon enough, though, leo/nora finds out that theres trouble in paradise for the newly betrothed couple. probably the biggest open secret in camelot. because she's so philanthropic she decides she might as well buy them time to sort it out before they go off and get hitched together for the rest of their lives. its definitely because them being unstable leads to the woods being unstable and its a whole lot of politics she doesnt want to untangle. its definitely not because she wants to be Nice. thats absurd.

so leo is like hey gwen. lance. what the FUCK. and theyre like haha. we dont know :) and leos like well you Better figure SOMETHING out. gwen youre Literally getting married in like a month just tell him before arthur embarrasses himself. and gwen is like ohh well 🥺👉👈 ill Try my best i swear. spoiler she Doesn't. and the wedding is almost upon them and leo just decides Ok You Know What and puts on a veil and wig and dresses up like a cool enchantress tm and crashes the wedding in the middle of the vows

absolute chaos. george got his pirate buddies to raid shit and its fun. and lowkey the orkneys are in on this so they stop/misdirect the guards somehow. aleksander just wanders around in a mask and stares Directly at gwen like :| :/ :\ and shes like I Am Looking Away. arthurs has no idea whats going on or who these people are but he just assumes well. hes got nemeses now! fuck!

cue fourish years of arthur holding off the wedding until he can hunt down morgan le fay and her henchman mordred. (and gwen trying to work up the spine to tell him she doesnt and never loved him) but to track down an enchantress he needs a full round table of knights so he goes out and collects a bunch :]

INTERLUDE FIVE: ARTHUR FUNNYMAN AND HIS FRIENDS WHO REALLY AREN'T AROUND FOR HIM

first knight is bedivere 🥰. arthur and kay go riding off in a desert somewhere, find a giant who tries to kill them, almost get killed by said giant, and then are saved when the giant gets a spear through the eye and falls over to dramatically reveal this cool mercenary guy with a metal hand and honestly love at first sight for kay. they become besties 4 lyfe 🥰💗

(evelyn doesnt mind. shes trying to hook up with gawain anyway but (un)luckily gawain is 1) a firm believer in the bro code 2) dense as a brick wall. i dont get it either but i guess theres something in the camelot water. Gawain of All People,,,,,, well i mean she likes R*fal so)

second knight is lucan who is bediveres brother. he sure exists! bootlicker tho. theyve been wandering around as swords for hire ever since they left their home kingdom so when arthur offers them a Stable job lucan jumps at the chance. bedivere too but mostly because kay is hot

third knight is actually gareth, surprisingly. while his older brothers were suffering themselves to be arthurs knights (or rather. doing it because kay told them to), gareth is more of the bootstrap mindset. so hes a kitchen boy in camelot castle for a good while unbeknownst to his brothers. then arthur holds a tournament (great track record with those, huh) to find good knights and gareth signs up under a fake name and quickly beats everyone up and gets to the final round where he has to duel gawain. gareth breaks his brothers nose and arm and wins and gawain is So proud of him 🥰 violence is the only language he speaks and gareth sure became fluent

i mean theres like way more knights they collect like percival and lamorak and dinadan. but the last one i have a story for is galehaut. hes kind of the leader of an army, could be a king but idk, self proclaimed at the very least. anyway he and his bestie/blood brother bertilak decide it would be fun to attack arthur. (bertilak might also be there because leo/morgan paid him to start some trouble. or scare gwen into dying of a heart attack Really that girl is. equally stubborn and spineless at the same time.) anyway they have a big battle but then galehaut sees lance hacking into his soldiers, drenched in blood, and is Immediately overcome with 😳homosexuality😳 to the point where he just surrenders and pledges himself to arthur so he can hang out with lance all the time. go gayboy!!!! 🥰🥰🥰

INTERLUDE SIX: GAWAIN GAWAIN HOMOSEXUAL GAWAIN

while galehaut is falling in love with lancelot (real girl magnet lance is.) bertilak is meanwhile just being a nuisance by Not dying and also blending into the grass. hes green. hes a knight. he cant die. get it. Anyway at some point who interrupts his cloudwatching but our own favorite rabid orkney gawain [boo] to stab him a whole bunch of times. bertie is Also not immune to hot murder man covered in blood 😳 and immediately pretends to die whereupon after the battle he is put on a plank and put in the castle basement i Guess.

like an hour later arthur and co and galehaut are having a feast to celebrate their new partnership. which is Immediately interrupted by bertilak crashing through the door and Demanding someone tries to kill him. well not really he just says a blow for a blow and Arthurs like ugggghhhhhh Fine. ill do it.

and then gawain just shoves the runt aside and blacks out and chops berties head off. dw he gets better 🥰 and bertilak is like omggg 😳🥰 [twirls hair] youre soooo strong sir gawain will you come by my place in a year 🥺👉👈 so i can chop your head off 🤗🤪 (smth smth the rituals are intricate smth)

this post is long enough as is so if you know the story of the green knight its about the same except with more bisexuality. yes i said homosexual in the title but yk its for the joaks tm. if you Dont know the story then. uh.

gawain goes to find bertie. stops by some guys house. guy is like "ill go hunting and bring you whatever i catch and you also have to give whatever you catch". gawain and guys wife immediately try to make out. guy comes home and gawain makes out with him. repeat scenario two more times. gawain receives magic scarf or belt from guys wife that will help him not die. gawain goes to green knight castle, turns out berties been guy the whole time. bertie swings the axe, gawain flinches, bertie laughs and does it again, only to just give him a tiny nick. gawain is kind of disappointed ngl 😔 but hey. free boyfriend!

PART FIVE: SOMETHING HAPPENS AND MORGAN IS GONE AND CONVENIENTLY LEONORA HAS DECIDED TO SETTLE DOWN AND DISAPPEARS

yeah. ill be honest there are still gaps in this post that Would be filled if leo was a pendragon. guess thats a recap for another day. anyway arthur almost marries gwen but then during the whatsit. bachelor party he and grisella have a Moment. thanks robin for chads existence. youre his godfather now. arthur marries gwen two days later so i guess we cant All have good things

whats Also been happening is that evelyns been trying harder to get kay to overthrow arthur. yknow in an omg he messed up so bad with the morgan thing! you should kill him 🥰 omg no im Joking kay ugh lighten Uppp 🤪 but no really you should kill him 💀 im JOKINGGG 🤗

girlfailure. arthur catches wind of this and how kay hasnt really discouraged her or anything (tbf kay hears shit like this All the time from his cousins. literally every day. all the time. everyone just fucking hates arthur.) and arthurs just like What The Hell Man. Its Her Or Me and kay is immediately like well 😬 sorry evie its been fun. and then evelyn goes to sulk with the orkneys and makes out with gawain about it. hell of a rebound choice ig

(she also disappears to foxwood. its actually rather suspicious. i wonder what she could be doing over there wink wink nudge nudge)

but after that it all seems like smooth sailing for arthur. his subjects seem to Finally trust him, hes fresh out of the hot new fairytale, hes proven himself to all the woods, and now hes got a baby girl on the way 🥰

wait. baby girl? hold on that doesn't seem ri

INTERLUDE SEVEN: THE GREAT ROYAL ACCIDENTAL MISGENDERING

so arthur and gwen welcome into the world their new firstborn child, Although theyre keeping any announcement all hushed up until the christening (does sge Have jesus christ? the rhianing. no rhian doesnt resurrect. WELL,)

but i mean the royal rot gets it out that the baby is a girl. this was the point in time when the royal rot actually Had any sort of trustworthiness. people counted on them to tell the whole truth and nothing But the truth but em. well.

constantin's since retired so arthur calls in his son august instead and tells him to paint the kids coronation portrait bc arthurs still hung up on His. august is a little shit about it tho, horribly mysterious and refuses to answer questions, and slowly the portrait turns into that of,,, a Boy??? a bit something like this 🥰. and arthur and gwen are Very confused but august is just like Oh Whatever Could This Mean 🤗 One Hundred Gold Pieces Please (or however much his commission rate is)

[arthur voice] I Guess We Have A Son Now???? and theres a Massive scramble to correct. Everything. birth certificates. the announcements. court gossip. And They Havent Picked Any Boy Names.

so now literally everyone in the family is just lazer eyed (especially gawain. for some reason. he already has his Own kids he couldve named them gawain if he wanted to but Noooo. henec and Gingalain for Them.) and honestly theyre brawling for Their choices to be the new lads name. but for once neither gwen Nor arthur are pushovers and they stand their ground. but to appease the family they Do agree to give him middle names.

the only one keeping a level head is grisella,,,,, who has been suspiciously absent for. oh. about six months. she Says its because her sister was giving birth but um. doesnt ella look a bit exhausted? im sure thats Nothing though 🥰 shes pretty much the Only one who pays gwen any mind and helps her out with dealing with the baby and all of that. Women Support Women 😤😤😤 and she doesnt get kicked out bc thats bullshit ([gwen voice] you really know what you're doing [grisella voice] 👁️_👁️ Uh.)

its actually Grisella who comes up with a Nice name for the lil guy. tedros :] you could call him teddy for short! shortly after arthur and kay Finally manage to wrangle their cousins and decide on middle names. they are um. not as good choices as tedros.

but even so, the christerhianing goes on without a hitch and the whole of camelot gets to meet [deep breath] Tedros Cecil Japeth-Kay Uther Kyduan Lancelot Gareth Pendragon. (teddy really sounds better dont it.)

INTERLUDE EIGHT: WHAT HAPPENS IN FOXWOOD STAYS IN FOXWOOD, or EVELYN PART TWO

so since shes been kicked out and banished from camelot, evelyn decides to take matters into her own(ish) hands and. Sulk in foxwood. really she is a girlfailure. but then she finds out she's pregnant and hatches a devious plan to. spend however many years raising this kid to Eventually overthrow arthur(s kid). shes patient i guess! queen of the long haul. i mean she spent at Least 5 years pestering kay to Maaaybe consider stabbing arthur 🥰 just a Little Bit cmooonn

maybe the mistral sisters are involved. maybe they dont exist. who the fuck knows. what Does happen is evelyn gives birth to a beautiful baby [REDACTED] and a pile of eels. she names the pile of eels after her ex and hates it for the rest of her life. go worstie. the other more normal baby grows up more beloved except for when it sets things on fire sometimes. i dont think evelyn should be a mother.

raising children to one day overthrow their uncle/cousin is tough work. even tougher when one of them is a pile of eels. and it cries and wants to be loved. god how Awful right 🙄 listen if youre going to have a pile of eels you might as well be Prepared to love it. sorry japeth 😔 but eventually evelyn gets so fed up by this (and the whole. other kid setting things on fire) that she decides to dump the twins at arbed house and peaces out to mooch off her brother august

arbed house is also Largely a scam run by a never aka dean brunhilde who just gets rich parents to pay Ludicrous amounts for her to "Make Their Evil Children Good" when all she does is treat them with human decency and teach them how to swear. shes incredible. rhian and japeth are in Great hands

INTERLUDE NINE: KAY PENDRAGON GETS BACK WITH HIS EX DESPITE EVERYONE TELLING HIM IT'S REALLY A TERRIBLE IDEA

exactly what it says on the tin. evelyn gets kicked out from sge by r*fal and shes Blue now. so ofc she goes crawling back to the pendragons because Man. Work??? shes not Meant for this life! shes meant to lounge about all day and be someones hot trophy wife who gets doted on head and foot. as she should ig! somehow she weasels her way back into meeting kay again who is much more suggestible this time. because

its about the time when arthur has grown both More cocky and More insecure. hes close to suspecting gwen of something but currently hes just going on quests to Destroy Evil and erasing any memory of uthers reign and all that. and kay finds it a bit unnerving. arthurs growing rash and swaying to anti-never sentiment, and weeelll. didnt evelyn warn him that arthur wouldnt be a good king?

so when they meet up again its Kay who brings it up and evelyn Immediately pounces on that doubt and starts prying deeper. she also neglects to mention the kids she abandoned. but yk she just like nooo kay Please keep talking about how your brother isnt the best and you were wrong to side with him

they see each other in secret but it really ramps up as arthur gets more. suspicious. he starts doubting gwen, evelyn starts solidifying her relationship with kay. now theyre married and have Another kid, a little girl named katherine. evelyn thinks Finally shes got a hold on kay, all she has to wait is for arthur to make just One mistake. just One more crack in the pillar to make the house fall down,,,,, and well,, doesn't arthur want Proof of gwen's betrayal?

PART SIX: THE HEIRS OF UTHER PENDRAGON

it doesnt take much to tip arthur off the edge. all evelyn needed was an anonymous letter, a little recording marble of gwen sneaking away, and arthur's on the warpath. he grows demanding and paranoid and well. we know how it ends. he disguises himself and finds out it was Lancelot gwen chose over him. and when he gets back gwens Gone and he puts a death warrant on Both their heads.

evelyns plan backfires though. not only does kay Not decide arthurs gone too far, if anything he sticks even Closer by his brothers side. Someone has to take care of him, kay reasons. someone has to look out for him. someone has to Stay.

bedivere doesnt see it that way. he already had waning loyalty towards arthur, but this is the last straw. he asks kay to come with him, but when hes refused bedivere walks out the door and never returns to camelot. arthur puts a warrant on his head.

arthur starts drinking, starts seeing enemies around every corner, in everyones face. he starts to listen to bad advice, people who tell him only what he wants to hear, that it's all because of hidden evil, you see. It Needs To Be Eliminated.

kay watches as his brother starts spiraling and he's Helpless. grisella watches as her friend banishes anyone who argues back and she doesn't know what to do. tedros watches as his father slowly kills himself day after day and he's only a child.

arthur hears word that nevers have set up a base near camelot, that theyre planning an attack. he rallies whatever knights he has that haven't left him yet and rides out under cover of night, ready to defeat his enemies. and he does. he and his knights raze buildings to the ground, torch the land, slaughter the men, and the women,, and,,,,, the children.

this isn't a never army base. this is a Village.

but it's just collateral damage, arthur tells himself. they should've made it more clear who they Weren't. his heart is cold, eyes steeled. a pendragon at last.

kay leaves the moment he hears the news. arthur barely notices his absence. kay goes home to his family, holds his daughter, and while his wife pretends to comfort him she smiles. evelyn is patient, and evelyn has won. all that's left now is for kay to be the Hero, to save camelot, be the king he was Meant to be. but she puts too much faith in him. kay picks up his sword, kisses his girls goodbye, and rides off into the woods.

PART SEVEN: UNREST AND REBELLION

nothing happens in the woods with no consequence. since news of arthur's attack spread, the divide between evers and nevers has only grown wider. evil rallies for morgan le fay to return, the old nemesis of arthur to foil him once more. but morgan never existed, and only one man lives who knows it.

aleksander scourie, now royal advisor to netherwood's (alleged) witch-queen, has long since put his fighting days behind him. but he has never been one to stand by when he is called. he sends aid to a rebellion brewing from the survivors of the village massacre. he gathers up the turncoat knights, anyone still willing to face arthur in battle.

but kay has always been and always will be arthur's only brother. and kay cannot, no matter what, raise his sword against him. he cannot abide arthur's actions. but neither is he brave enough to fight back. use me as a scapegoat if you must, says kay. blame me for whatever happens to him. but i cannot kill my brother.

there is an old title, some say, the mantle of a guardian who keeps the balance in the woods. aleksander finds it darkly fitting when they bestow it upon him. they make their final stand at four point. don't nevers always die at the end of fairytales? mordred aleksander puts on his mask anyway.

arthur doesn't believe he'll die that day. after all, he's on the side of good, and good always triumphs over evil. even so, he keeps his hand on excalibur's hilt as he rides to four point, heart cold. eyes steeled.

it's a bloodbath.

people say no one knows who killed arthur. this is a lie. the real truth is that they don't want to admit that for the first time, an ever Lost.

but the question still lingers. did evil really Win?

PART EIGHT: WHAT NEXT?

who knows, really?

maybe you should find that out yourself :)

wink wink nudge nudge my askbox is open

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i think it’s fair to say that i’ve fallen far too in love with your zach one shots — not only do you capture his persona so well, it genuinely feels like i’m watching an episode of brothers & sisters

also, your ricky one shot was also so so so good!! you have no idea how grateful we all are that you pluck these characters from obscurity and portray their defining characteristics so accurately while also adding the loveliest fluffiest fluff of all time

i was wondering if you would consider writing a jealous!zach one shot? ngl, the (mutual) pining mixed with jealousy trope is my guilty pleasure and i feel like jealous zach would be 11/10

anyway, just wanted to say you’re fucking amazing and i adore your writing — i hope you’re having a great day!!

THANK YOU FOR THIS LOVELY ASK

(NB: Ok I know this is not Zach but it COULD be. It’s the right year. There are SO FEW pics of Zach so let’s just go with it).

Words: 1700 ~ Warnings: jealousy, pining, angst, fluff, one awesome kiss

Pairing: Zach Wellison x gn!reader

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YOU: Is it wrong to be attracted to the super in my building?

BFF: Why would it be wrong? Use it to curry favour! Get stuff fixed faster! What is he/she like?

YOU: Tall. Tanned. Dark blond. Has a tattoo - military maybe? Sexiest voice ever.

BFF: If you don’t get him, I will.

You set your phone down and smiled.

Maybe I should say something.

Zach had been the building super of your apartment block for the last three months. He was a massive improvement on the last guy, who spent his days playing Zelda and smoking weed and very occasionally getting off his ass to fix stuff.

He’d been to your place - conveniently next door to his, he had a live-in type gig - four times. The garbage disposal, the leaky faucet, the faucet again, and then the window.

Notes could be left in his mailbox downstairs by tenants who needed assistance. He always responded the same day, the next day at the very latest, and he always tried to arrange a time with the occupant that suited them.

He’d gotten all greasy and wet fixing the faucet, his plaid button-down clinging to him, and eventually he’d stripped it off, revealing a tattoo you hadn’t been brave enough to try and examine properly, and some serious biceps.

Next time I see him, you promise yourself.

BFF: Btw, what’s happening with the dude at no 16?

YOU: Nothing.

You’d engaged in a mild flirtation with the well-built guy across the hall. Sometimes he got your mail in his box by mistake and he dropped it off, but lately he hadn’t engaged with you, and you began to think he was just being friendly.

The next day, before you could properly think of what to write down for Zach, the washing machine that came with your place started to leak. You noticed when trying to take your clothes out of it.

“Crap!”

Rather than put a note in his box, you knocked on Zach’s door.

He opened it after a minute, surprise sketched on his handsome face, hair ruffled, sweat beading at the neck of his t-shirt. Past him, you could see weight lifting equipment on the floor, along with a small speaker playing 70s rock.

“Fleetwood Mac?” You ask, smiling. “They’re my favourite.”

“No kidding?” A smile tipped up one corner of his mouth. “So... “ His brown eyes met yours, warm, concerned. “Are you okay?”

“I hate to bother you directly, but my washer’s busted - leaking.”

“It’s no bother.” He glanced behind him. “Give me five, okay? I’ll be right there.”

“Thanks so much, Zach.”

He nods and closes the door. You’re about to turn back to your apartment when Well Built Guy - Damon, you think his name is - comes out of his own apartment.

“Hey,” he greets you.

“Oh, hey. How are you?”

He pushes a hand through his short, black hair. His single earring glints in the daylight; gives him a pleasingly piratical look. “I’m good. How are you?”

“Yeah, good - thanks.” You move again.

“Wait.” He takes a step closer in the small hall. “I was wondering if you - if you wanted to get coffee sometime? This place two blocks over does an amazing dark roast.”

“Oh, well-”

You’re cut off when Zach’s door swings open. He’s changed into a clean shirt, a forest-green henley, and he carries a faded red toolbox. His gaze darts between you and Damon, wary, and for a second, his mouth turns down.

As quickly as you see it, it’s gone.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he mutters, to you. “Can I go in?”

“I’ll let you in, Zach.” You turn your attention to Damon.”Catch you later?”

“Sure, sweet thing.”

He’s called you the nickname before but it’s never chafed until today.

Zach doesn’t react as you come to the door and let him in.

“Thanks for coming by so quickly.”

He doesn’t look at you. “You didn’t have to cut your time with your boyfriend short.” He sets his toolbox down by the washer and kneels, unbothered by the pool of water that begins to leech into the pale denim of his jeans.

“He isn’t my boyfriend.”

Zach sets about exploring the washer. “Okay.”

“He isn’t.” You stuff your hands in your pockets. “You want some coffee?”

For the first time, he looks up at you, and the expression in his honey-brown eyes is scraped bare, and then he looks away and the connection is lost. “Sure. Thanks. Black, one sugar.”

You busy yourself, just a few feet away - your kitchen is not big by any stretch of the imagination.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks.” He’s absorbed, only his waist and ass sticking out from the drum of the washer.

You potter off to do some work.

An half hour later, Zach knocks on the door of your tiny office - the only other “room” of your studio aside from the bathroom.

“All fixed.”

“Thank you so much, Zach.”

He swipes the back of his hand over his forehead, leaving a smear of grease. “No problem.”

“You’ve got a-” You reach up, every nerve on end, wanting to touch him.

A knock sounds at your door.

Dammit.

“Sorry,” you mutter.

You swing the door open and Damon is there with two coffees.

“I was on my way back from the office,” he says. “I thought you might like to - oh, the super’s still there. Not fixed yet, pal?”

Damon says it innocuously but you see Zach’s shoulders tense.

“Nope, all good.” He rubs the palms of his hands together in a “that’s done” gesture. “I’ll get out of your hair.”

“... Place next door is this amazing Italian,” Damon is saying, oblivious. “It’s pretty pricey but I’d love to take you there.”

Zach pushes between you and out of the door, but you see the crestfallen set of his shoulders as he goes.

The door swings shut behind him and you turn back to Damon, resigned to see this conversation out, and to make it clear that he’s kind, but you aren’t interested.

*******

That evening, you take the stairs down to the communal gym in your building. Well. Gym is stretching it. There’s one ancient rowing machine, one treadmill, a barbell that has seen much better days, and a CRT TV that only shows Judge Judy. But, you don’t have to pay for it, so it beats a gym contract elsewhere in the city.

When you push through the door, Zach is on the treadmill, earphones in. He’s wearing a sleeveless vest and your gaze is drawn to his intricate tattoo - an eagle perched on a world, an anchor hugging the globe. Marines.

Wow, you think - wow.

Sweat trickles down the back of his neck, and his thick, dark gold hair curls around his nape.

Now or never.

You walk over to the treadmill and drop your gym bag to announce your presence.

Zach turns, does a double take, and then presses a button on the treadmill to slow it down. He pulls his earphones out.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Zach.”

Curiosity flits across his features. “Something you need?”

You swallow. He looks so good, his pale gold skin slick with clean sweat, his breath coming in soft pants, his chest rising and falling, lean muscles delineated by the clinging vest.

“No. I mean, yes.”

“And you can’t get the guy at 16 to help?” he snarks.

You step back.

“Sorry,” Zach says, immediately. “I just…”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you assure Zach.

Above his head, on the TV, Judge Judy silently reprimands a woman with six face piercings.

“He could be. Guy like him. Good job. He’d take you to fancy Italian places.”

You curl your hand around the arm of the treadmill. “Maybe I don’t want to go to fancy Italian places.”

Zach huffs out a breath, but you have his interest.

“Maybe I’d just like to hang out with you.”

Suspicion narrows his eyes. “Why?”

“Maybe I like you? Did you consider that? Maybe, for some bizarre reason, I think you’re nice and attractive?” you wave your arms, frustrated.

Zach folds his arms across his chest, pursing his lips. “I used to be a Marine, but I had to resign my commission because I got hit hard with PTSD. I lived on the street for two years.”

You hold his gaze as he speaks.

“Why are you telling me this?”

But then you know. He’s telling you so you’ll turn tail and go back to Damon, with his suits and fancy haircut and ability to take you out for $100 dinners.

He expects you to turn him down.

Because that’s what happens. What has happened and what he thinks will happen now.

Zach firms his lips and shakes his head slightly.

“Just go,” he says, so softly, mistaking your silence for pity, rather than resolve.

“No.” Instead, you lean up on your toes and touch your lips to his.

He starts, and then holds perfectly still. You break the kiss, and look up into his face, and he’s gazing at you like you hung the moon and all the stars.

“I like you, Zach,” you whisper. “And I don’t care if our first date is a picnic in the park.”

He blinks, turning away from you for a second, and then he ducks under the arm of the treadmill, and he’s so close that you breath catches.

“I’ve thought about this,” he murmurs, and then he cups your face in his hands and kisses you like he means it, lips and teeth and tongue, and it’s everything.

You spear your fingers into his hair and breathe him in, press yourself against the hard wall of his chest, sigh his name against his lips.

“I gotta shower,” he says, with clear reluctance, his voice half an octave lower, unsteady from a kiss that has rocked both your worlds. “Then, let’s see about that picnic.”

**********

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#zach wellison x reader #zach wellison x gn reader #sfw fic #brothers and sisters fic

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derekmorganscrocs · 3 years

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Galentines Gone Wrong

Pairing: Wendell Bray x Reader, Valentine’s Special.

Word Count: 2,623

Summary: Y/n Booth is an FBI agent who works under her brother Seeley Booth and is also partnered with the Jeffersonian. Valentines rolls around and Cam, Daisy, and Y/n are all painfully single. Brennen and Angela join in and the group decides it’s girls night, get absolutely smashed, cause major chaos and get arrested for disturbing the peace. When their counterparts show up to bail them out, girls night turns to date night... or whatever this is.

Edit, March 11th: I hate the end of this. I reread it and it’s lowkey trash, but I’m going to keep it up because people seem to be enjoying it. Just a disclaimer that this is not my best work.

Notes: Tbh I second guessed this yesterday, hence the late post. I want to clarify that Wendell IS NOT preying on a drunk girl, and there was no drunk hookup. This is definitely not my favourite thing I’ve written and I was so out of ideas for the ending, but fck it, I have a migraine and feel like the personification of death. ALSO I WOULD NEVER USE GALENTINES IRL IK ITS LAME BUT I SIMPLY DO NOT CARE. HOLDIDAY SPIRIT BABES. Anyway, on with the show.

It’s been a long night. Fun, but long. You wake up against Daisy’s side, stretching lazily, and still partially drunkenly. As you sit up, you recall the events that led to your current seat in a drunk tank.

The five of you ended up in a biker bar, huge leather-clad and big bearded dudes all over the damn place. Despite being big scary bikers, they were chill and actually bought half of your drinks. Then you and Daisy got a little too close to an attractive younger biker, and his girlfriend was not having it. So an argument turned full on brawl caused the lot of you to bail out of the bar and trek back into town.

Only you were real rowdy, laughing and singing, a little to loudly for anyone’s liking. And got the cops called on you. And got thrown in a dunk tank. Unfortunately “you can’t arrest me, I am the law” doesn’t work if you’re drunk. The cops weren’t a fan of your badge, either.

You’re torn from your thoughts at the sound of voices down the hall, and you stumble over the the bars of the cell, holding onto them for balance. A half-hour nap didn’t do much to sober you up. The voices get closer, and your friends and brother walk in. Wendell’s the first one you notice, your eyes immediately darting to him. He’s wearing a hot ass black jacket, jeans and a white T-shirt, and you stare at him for a lot longer than you should.

“Hey, BJ. Never thought I’d see you on the other side of the bars.” Hodgins laughs at your expression of annoyance, and lets the cop they’re with open the cell door. He walks over to grab Angela, and you scoff.

“I told you to stop calling me BJ. I know you mean Booth Junior, but other people might think something else,” you mutter, much less than impressed at the innuendo tied to the nickname.

Your brother and Sweets go collect Brennan and Daisy, and Cam stands up on her own. She’s the most level-headed of all of you, and she’s completely sobered up now. Wendell walks to your side, your brother is too occupied with his (much less coordinated than you are) wife. Wendell puts an arm around you, and you gladly lean into him, hands settling on his chest.

“You’ll never guess what we did,” you giggle drunkenly against Wendell’s chest, overcome with the giddiness of a schoolgirl with a crush.

“Apparently you guys disturbed a lot of peace.” Wendell has somewhat of an impressed/concerned/entertained smirk on his face. He looks down at you, massively interested in the story as to how you got here. Not that he’ll hear it anytime soon.

“How’d you know?!” You look up at him with surprise written all over your face, a gasp escaping your lips, and it takes a lot for him not to burst out laughing.

“The sheriff told me. Let’s take you home, okay?”

“Okay,” you mumble, much more sullenly than five seconds ago.

Wendell keeps an arm around you, more than a little worried that you’re gonna fall over, and takes you to his car. You get in the front seat, smacking his hand away as he tries to help with your seatbelt. After successfully buckling the seatbelt, you glance back at him with a smirk.

“You know if you wanted to get on top of me all you had to do was ask.”

Wendell nearly chokes and dies at what you’re insinuating. He’s also not sure if this is the tequila talking or if it’s you talking. Composing himself quickly, he lets out a chuckle, saying something along the lines of ‘okay then,’ and closes the door for you. He walks around the front of the car, making his way to the driver’s seat. Hodgins drives by, Angela and Cam in the car with him, and waves as he heads home.

Seeley pulls up beside Wendell, looking at him sternly. Daisy and Brennen are singing in the back seat, and Wendell can see Sweets in the front seat, holding back laughter. It’s a funny sight really, the usually stoic Dr. Brennen and overly excitable Daisy, swaying together in the back seat singing an off-key rendition of piano man. Seeley makes a face at a certain piercing high note that comes from Dr. Brennan, before turning to Wendell.

“Listen man, I appreciate it. If we didn’t live on the opposite side of town, I’d take her home.” Seeley leans out the window slightly, looking at Wendell.

“It’s no problem, really.” Wendell smiles, giving your brother a small wave as he turns to get in his car. “I’ll make sure she gets home safe.”

“Wait! Not that I think you will, but don’t try anything. Alright?”

“Course not, man. Don’t worry, I got this. Head home, I’ll text you when I get Y/n home.” Wendell knows your brother means no harm, obviously, yet can’t help but think about why he’d even think to say that to him.

When he gets back in the car, seeing you sleeping soundly in the passenger seat, curled up and leaning against the window, his worries melt away and he smiles. He turns the car on and lowers the radio volume before driving off.

Tonight summarizes the two of you pretty well, actually. Y/n, the chaotic do-good-er badass, and Wendell, the (sometimes also chaotic) best friend, who always has your back. Sometimes it pains him that you only see him as that, a best friend, but he’s okay with just being that. A friend. Because it means he gets to see you happy. Little does he know, you wouldn’t have gotten so sauced tonight if you weren’t drinking away the thoughts of his lips on yours, his skin pressed against yours as the night turns to morning, the idea of a spark that doesn’t exist. The day of love sucks.

And for some reason, neither of you can see that you’re crazy about each other. Maybe it’s because you’re afraid to ruin what you have, or maybe it’s because you’re both just oblivious, but it doesn’t make a huge difference. Nothing seems to be happening.

Wendell is occupied with a lot of thoughts as he drives to your place. His mind bounces all over the place. He thinks about how you met, when you first walked into the Jeffersonian covered in dirt and sweat (in a cute way... even though he thinks anything is cute on you) after a chase in the desert, just to see your brother and make sure he was okay. He also thinks about the time he literally ran into you and the two of you fell down the platform stairs. The alarms went off, and everyone stared at the pair of you tangled up on the floor. Needless to say it took a while to live that one down. He thinks about every time he’s seen you laugh, and the few that he’s seen you cry. Not that you really even cried, you just couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You don’t exactly do emotions, not out in the open at least.

He thinks about every reason he’s so smitten with you. You’re courageous, selfless, you protect your friends and family, you’re cutthroat and ferocious, yet simultaneously the sweetest person he’s ever met. You care about every detail of his day when you ask how he’s doing, and you can tell when the slightest thing is off with him, or anyone else at the lab, except for noticing his flaming crush on you. And as he thinks about all the little things, he realizes it can’t stay bottled up forever. He has to tell you.

Before long, you’re home. The two and a half hour drive have Wendell a lot of time to think, yet somehow it also feels like he’s had no time at all. The time has also started your trail toward sobriety, and you can at least think coherently. Wendell wakes you, and when you wake up, your hand goes to your head.

“Good god. Did I get hit by a bus?” Your words are still slightly jumbled together, but you’re getting back to business as usual, and that’s good enough.

“There she is,” he singsongs playfully, glad to see your usual demeanour starting to return. You unbuckle your seatbelt, groaning when you go to move. Wendell offers you a hand, and you take it.

Helping you up, he puts an arm around your waist again. You stumble slightly, and when he catches you, you fall against him, leaning against his chest. He ends up just scooping you up off the ground and carrying you inside, placing you on the couch. You’re mostly in good shape, just awful clumsy and distracted due to your headache. Wendell heads into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and some crackers.

“How you doing?” He sits by your thigh, putting an arm on the back of the couch and looking over at you. You cover your face with your hands, laughing gently.

“Ugh, please tell me I didn’t actually make the worst sex implication joke ever.”

“Um...”

“Oh shit. This is embarrassing.” You sit up, still a little tipsy, but not as messed up as you were at the police station. Maybe if things go off you can play it off as Valentine’s tequila. “Fuck it. I’m just gonna go for it. Tonight was fun or whatever, but I really wanted to spend it with you.”

“We could’ve done that. We can hang out this weekend if you want.”

“No, no. You really are a blonde.” You laugh, nudging his shoulder with your fist. Suddenly nervous, you start to ramble. “Not that that’s bad, because you’re definitely pretty. You’re a cute blonde, and you do have really nice arms, they’re really toned, and you know, at the garage you wear these tight shirts and sometimes I just stare and I worry you see, but-“

“Y/n! You’re getting off track here.” He puts a hand on your shoulder, laughing at your rambles. “Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow.”

“I like you a lot.” The words are out of your mouth before he’s even finished his sentence. “Like I have feelings for you?” It comes out like a question, but it’s meant as more of a fearful statement.

“Wait, really?” His eyes widen and his smile falls. At first you think he’s about to run for the hills, but when a small smile appears on his face you’re not so sure.

“Ah, shit, I shouldn’t have said anything,” you curse, rolling your eyes at your own stupidity. That’s fuckin embarrassing.

“No, I like you, too. A lot.” Wendell takes your hand, and you lay against his side as he keeps talking. “We can talk more, when you’re sober. But I do like you. And I think that if we decided that this weekend’s hangout was more ‘ice skating in the park’ instead of ‘trying to kill each other at the rink’, I’d be more than okay with that. I’d like that a lot, actually.” He lets out a small, nervous chuckle, and he glances down at you, fingers grazing your cheek as he contemplates if it would be weird to cup your face with his hand and run his thumb over your cheek.

“Really?” You look up at him with an adorable awestruck expression, and he nearly bursts out laughing.

“Yeah, really.” A smile stays glued to his face, and he shifts slightly, which causes you to sit up. “Now, you should probably go to bed, so that you’re not completely useless tomorrow.”

Wendell plants a small kiss on the top of your head, before standing and scooping you up, bringing you to your room. He drops you gently on your bed, and you let out a small giggle as you bounce slightly with the impact. You banish him from your room so that you can change, and not really paying attention, grab a black hoodie and shorts out of your closet. When you open the door again, he’s just leaning against the wall outside.

“Sorry, I didn’t know where you wanted me to set up- is that my hoodie? I’ve been looking for that!”

“Huh?” You look down at the sweater, seeing the small Jeffersonian logo on the left side of the chest, and the initials on the sleeve. “Oh, I guess it is.” You remember when he gave it to you, he couldn’t stand the idea of you remaining in your blood soaked T-shirt, the grey had become a sticky maroon, too much so to be comfortable. “You can have it back-“

“No, you keep it.” He steps closer, lifting your chin so that you look at him, and brushing a stray hair out of your face. His voice drops, becoming softer and breathy. “It’s much cuter on you anyway,” he murmurs, making you blush profusely, a little laugh escaping your lips.

The two of you fall silent, each staring at the other’s lips. A hum comes from the furnace, causing you both to startle slightly, and it ends the moment. You glance back at Wendell again, before sitting on your bed. He tilts his head at you, mildly confused as to what you’re doing.

“Where did you want me to sleep?”

“Wherever you want. There’s blankets and a few pillows in the closet.”

He thanks you and walks out, and you breathe in deeply, not realizing how shallow your breathing had become. Your mind is racing, and so is your heart. This is simultaneously about the best and worst Valentine’s you’ve ever had. As you mull over the events of tonight, you slide under the blankets, laying back and staring at the ceiling. The shuffling in your living room comes to a stop, and you can hear Wendell coming back to your room. He stops in the doorway.

“Came back to say goodnight,” he says softly, making your heart melt.

“You mind staying for a while?” You sit up, looking at him. He glances over his shoulder at you, a perplexed expression plastered on his face. “What?! I’ve had a rough night,” you say, pretending to be offended. He makes his way over, laying on your bed, on top of the blankets. You roll over and face him, looking up at him lazily. “Goodnight, Wendell.”

You drift off to sleep fairly quickly, but not before you subconsciously lay your head on his chest. He’s terrified at first, frozen in place and afraid to breathe, but after a few minutes he collects himself and calms down. You sleep soundly, curled up beside Wendell. He’s warm and he smells good, and he’s pretty comfortable. By the morning, the two of you are completely intertwined, tangled in blankets and each others’ arms.

The two of you grab a greasy breakfast (and some Advil) and spend the day together, actually talking about what happened the night before. Most of the day is spent at your place, you and Wendell lounging around on your couch as you binge watch your favourite series and try to overcome your hangover.

The next days and weeks fly by, you and Wendell getting closer and closer. The pair of you go on a few dates before things are made official, Wendell going as far as taking you on a walk in the snow and officially asking you out by the outdoor rink. He even reserved ice time so the two of you could skate around like idiots and pass a puck around.

And eventually, when people start to see you’re together, and ask about your story, you have to tell them he bailed you out of jail after Galantine’s gone wrong.

#bones #wendell bray x reader #wendell bray #seeley booth #cam saroyan #temperance brennan #angela montenegro #daisy wick #y/n #bonestv #x reader #wendell bray x you #happy galentines #happy valentine’s #valentines

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pascalpanic · 3 years

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Blood, Sweat, and Tears (Javier Peña x f!Reader)- Chapter Nine

Summary: Javier struggles in the hospital, but some of the symptoms are more somatic than physiological. He’s released, and the two of you have your first official date.

W/C: 4.2k (it just keeps getting longer... chapter 10 is 6k+)

Warnings: language, mentions of injuries, Javier used to be an asshole but he’s baby now, some innuendo/sexual flirting, brief mentions of food and alcohol

A/N: This chapter was actually hard to write! I had clear visions for 8 and 10 but didn’t have one for nine. Nevertheless, I really liked the way this turned out! I’ll post some sappy shit with chapter 10 but please know I love u all for reading and sticking around- it makes my little heart so happy that u guys love these two like I do <3

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Sleep is not easy when you have a massive stab wound in your abdomen. Javier hardly slept to begin with, but this makes it even harder. You tried offering sedatives but he harshly refused. You ordered dark and quiet for his room, but his sleep schedule was so helter-skelter before the accident that it was of no use to even try to fix it now. He can’t adapt when he’s not even in his own bed, he argues with you. Too damn bad, you tell him in return.

The only time Javier could sleep, it seems, is with you in the room. Specifically, in his arms.

It’s not that he thinks he’s unsafe. Hell, a hospital is the safest place he can be. It’s not that he fears passing in his sleep; he knows he won’t bleed out at this point. No, he just can’t sleep unless he has the comfort of a warm body wrapped up next to him. Specifically, the woman he loves.

You stand in the doorway with your hands on your hips. “Javier. I’m working.”

“This is specialized therapy for a patient,” he offers, persuasive as ever.

“I can and will get the opiates,” you threaten. “You can’t stay awake forever, and we both know that.”

“Ángel. I just… need the security.” He looks desperate. His eyes are tired. He’s slept very little in the past few days, leaving him agitated and restless. “The only time I’ve slept well in here was when you were with me.”

You pout a little. It’s adorable, you must admit, and most of all, it’s true. You and other nurses have been catering to him around the clock, since he only sleeps an hour here or there.

Sighing, you look at him. Your eyes are tired too. You’ve slept only when he sleeps, which is barely anything. You’re working on the floor or in his room with him. “Let me go talk with Connie, cariño. I’ll see what I can do.”

You walk into the break room with tired eyes. “Listen, ladies.” Both Connie and Lorena are sitting at a table, eating something. “Javier isn’t sleeping. He asked for me to stay in there with him to get some rest. It’s the only way it’s helped so far. Would you two cover my rotation? Just for tonight?”

Lorena’s large eyes sadden, and she nods. “Por supuesto. Anything you need, love.”

Connie’s not as enthused, but she nods. “You’re lucky this floor is dead empty.” It’s all too easy to imagine this was happening to Steve instead of Javi. That’s what makes her cave.

You sigh in relief. You take a quick shower then return to Javier’s room in a pair of clean scrubs. He smiles a little. “Hey.”

“Hi. You hungry?” You ask, walking to his bedside and taking his hand.

He shakes his head. “Just tired.”

You smile softly. “Well, you’re in luck. Connie and Lorena are angels.”

“No, you’re my angel,” he says with a teasing smile on his face.

“Well they’re mine. You’re the devil on my shoulder,” you laugh quietly and sit on the edge of his bed. He chuckles and pulls you into him, and you snuggle in against him, your eyes slipping shut. He murmurs affirmations of his love for you into your hair as he falls asleep.

And that’s how Javier sleeps for the next few nights. Bits and pieces during the day, but only restfully when you’re in his arms.

The rest of Javier’s stay in the hospital is uneventful. He’s a model patient for you and the other women. He apologizes to Lorena for his outburst under the influence too.

“Ángel,” Javier calls as you try to leave the bed and takes your hand.

“Yeah, cariño?” You ask and sit on the edge of his bed, pushing his dark hair from his forehead. The name makes him feel warm and tingly inside. Pet names from women who mean it are all too rare to him.

“I… should tell you about Lorraine.”

“You don’t have to, Javi,” you shake your head and cup his face softly.

“No, I really should,” he protests, and you nod.

“She was my high school sweetheart. We both went to college and came back and fell in love again.” You nod along to the story, watching his facial expressions. He looks far away, like his mind is back in Laredo. “We were engaged. I proposed and everything, did the whole damn thing.”

“What happened?” You ask softly.

His eyes don’t meet yours. “I got cold feet. I… left her at the altar,” he admits. He’s terrified you’ll run out the door now. It’s not an easy decision, to run away from a life you’re about to lead. It’s even worse when you know what that whole church, full of people, will think. But he did it anyway, and he’s scared you’ll never look at him the same way.

You swallow hard. It’s not what you’re expecting him to say, but you have to admit that it does sound in-character for the man. “And how long ago was that, Javi?”

He looks back up at you. “Jesus. 15 years now maybe.”

You nod, giving him a gentle smile. “Time changes people. You know that. I know that. Your past is the past, love.” You press a brief and sweet kiss to his lips. “I love you, Javier. Don’t you ever forget it.”

You stand and leave his room.

Goddamn, Javier thinks. You really are an angel. You must be, to have that response to what he just told you.

Several days after the injury, Javier is discharged from the hospital.

Despite his rage and arguing, the embassy refused to clear Javier for work. He was to be placed on a brief leave to heal and return when he was up to walking on his own again, without some kind of balance or assistance. Steve agreed to bring Javier some things to work on every night after returning from the office. Javier is already a restless man, and neither you nor the Murphys want to find out what happens when he’s bored all day, his best friend and his girlfriend both too busy to be around. Besides, a deep dive into some cases couldn’t hurt, he argues, and Steve relents. You and Connie take on the responsibility of checking up on him at least once a day- usually her more so than you, due to the fact that she lived directly above him- and of running any errands he may need, for things like food or medication.

As you wheel Javier from his hospital room out to the Murphys’ car, you realize you don’t have his phone number, nor does he have yours. You stop the wheelchair in the hallway and grab a pen from a nearby table. “I know it’s kind of unprofessional to give a patient my phone number,” you chuckle and squat to his seated height, “but I really think you’re cute,” you flirt as you write your phone number on his hand with a permanent marker.

You hand him the pen and Javier grins, his neatly-trimmed mustache (courtesy of Steve’s steady hands) moving with his cheeks. “You’re lucky that I think you’re cute too or I’d be telling your supervisors,” he laughs and steals a kiss before writing his phone number down on the back of your skin.

“It’s kind of weird,” you admit as the thick felt tip brushes against your skin, “that I’ve told you I love you and I don’t even know your phone number.”

Javier chuckles and caps the pen. He holds up your hand and raises an eyebrow. “Now you do.”

Three days pass, and Connie gives you updates on his condition whenever she sees you. He’s still in a lot of pain, but he’s lucky he was strong beforehand. You know that for a fact, and it hurts your heart to picture those beautiful abs you caught a glimpse of not too long ago marred by a scar he’ll surely have.

As you get home from a shift, you sigh and plop down on the couch. It’s late, you notice, but you miss Javier. Knowing him, he’s probably awake; you’re sure his sleep schedule is still as terrible as it was before the hospital. You grab the phone from the end table next to your spot, dialing his number and waiting.

Javier picks up on the second ring. Of course he’s awake. “Peña,” a gruff voice answers. It makes you smile. For a second, you want to just continue on without him knowing it’s you, want to observe how he acts when he’s with others. He’s different around you, you know that, and it’s adorable, you have to admit. “Hello?” he asks, annoyed.

“Hi,” you laugh softly through the phone. “It’s me. Sorry, I just got distracted. You sound sexy when your voice is like that,” you tease him.

There’s a smile in his voice when he responds. “Not a problem. How are you, hermosa?” he asks.

“I should be asking you that, Superman,” you laugh softly, leaning back against the couch. His voice instantly puts you at ease.

Javier laughs too. “Superman?”

“Big, strong. My protector.”

“Says the one who literally saved my life.”

“Who’s to say that cold wouldn’t have killed me if you didn’t take me to that diner?”

“Me.”

“I’m the nurse here.”

“And I’m Superman, apparently.” You laugh at that, wanting to reach through the phone line and kiss him then and there. “I’m no Superman, hermosa. I do bad things.”

“We all do, Javi.”

“Not as bad as me.”

“Gotta do bad things to catch bad people. You told me that. Are you trying to be this difficult, or does it just come naturally to you?” You ask sarcastically, smiling into the phone.

“I’m just telling you I’m not actually a good guy,” Javier says, his slight frustration evident.

“I was never under the impression you were. Is this you trying to push me away?” You ask, knowing that’s not the answer but hoping it’ll put some sense into him.

“No, no, cariño, I just-”

“Good, because we’re having our first official date tomorrow night. Okay?”

Javier chuckles a little at that. “I’m homebound. I appreciate the offer, but-”

“Oh no, Superman. I’m coming to you,” you tell him, curling up into a ball and grinning. “I’m getting takeout and wine- or whiskey, if you’d prefer- and we’re having a date night at your place. What do you want for dinner? You’ve got to be craving something.”

This takes Javier aback. This certainly wasn’t something he expected you to say when you picked up. “Uh… no. Nothing comes to mind. And I’m more of a whiskey guy, but wine sounds more romantic, I suppose.”

“Then I’ll pick up something that goes well with wine,” you say with a nod, beaming. “And I’m going to be tired after my shift, so you better be in the mood to cuddle.”

A laugh rings through the phone. “Of course you want to cuddle.”

“Says the one who asked me to snuggle him to sleep.”

“Hey, I almost bled out.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re the one who asked.”

You’re both quiet for a moment. “Javi?”

“Yes, hermosa?”

Your voice is quiet and shy when you finally speak again. “Are you my boyfriend now?”

He grins, even though you can’t see it. “I don’t see why not.”

“Well, I like that, but we haven’t even had our first date.”

You can feel Javier rolls his eyes through the phone, but he’s clearly smiling when he speaks again. “Wouldn’t you consider that morning at the diner our first date?” He asks you, his face lighting up at the memory of it.

“No,” you shake your head. “I think we need to say it’s officially a date before it happens, then it can be a date.”

“I’m not going to be a very interesting date. I do have a large stab wound in my abs right now.”

“Don’t question my taste in men, Peña.”

“Trust me, I’m not. Do you want to dress up nice?” he asks. “A pretend night out?”

You grin at that. “That sounds wonderful,” you nod and rest your head on the pillows behind you, looking dreamily up at the ceiling.

“Better yet, I’ll cook for you.”

“Why do I have a feeling your cooking features microwave cuisine?”

“First of all, that’s not fully true,” he laughs. “And second of all, at least let me pay for dinner.”

“Giving up that easily? Superman may have to have his title revoked.”

“No, you were just right. I’m not a great cook; takeout would be the best bet.”

“I’ll pay and you can pay me back by looking cute for me.”

“Is this how women feel when men are demeaning?” He teases.

“You got it,” you groan.

Javier sighs. “Don’t know how you do it. How was your day?” he asks, leaning back on his own couch, slipping a hand in the pocket of his sweatpants.

“Long. My back hurts,” you admit, hugging the pillow to your chest. “The hospital is much more boring when I don’t get to sneak kisses from a hot patient.”

“I would assume so.”

“Got anything interesting in those case files?”

“I think Steve pulled out a box from ‘79 and handed it over just to appease me. It’s a pain in the ass.”

“You’re supposed to be on leave. Do leave things.”

“Like what? You’re gone all day, so is Steve. There are my two options.”

“Javi,” you coo softly. “You’re so cute.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“No, you are! You don’t even know what to do with your life. When was your last day off that you didn’t spend nursing a hangover?” There’s a beat of silence. “Exactly. Watch some telenovelas, read a book, pick up a hobby.”

“I have hobbies,” he pouts.

“Besides drinking, smoking, and fucking. I know your reputation,” you tease.

He’s silent and shy when his voice returns. “Did you-“

“I’ve known that the whole time, Superman. You think Connie didn’t spill everything the first time I asked her about you?” You chuckle softly. “No, I know about you. I don’t mind at all. It’s kinda hot,” you tease.

“Hey now, don’t start what you can’t finish. I’m not gonna be in shape for anything for a while.”

You bite your lip, deciding between flirting back harder or leaving it alone. You decide to leave it. “I’m not,” you chuckle. “I just think everything about you is attractive.”

“Even my giant stab wound?”

“Especially. If that’s what it took for you to admit you love me,” you laugh softly, and you hear him laughing on the other end.

“You should get some sleep, cariño,” Javi says in a softening voice. “It’s late, and you said your back hurts.”

“I will. I just… couldn’t sleep without knowing how you’re doing. I’m glad it’s good.” You smile softly at the way his voice sounds through the phone. “I’ll be looking forward to tomorrow night all day at work.”

“And I’ll be looking forward to it here.”

“Goodnight Javi,” you tell him. “I love you.”

“Goodnight, hermosa,” he tells you in return. “I love you too.” He hangs up quickly after saying that, before he can change his mind and stay on the phone with you for hours more.

As you leave the hospital the next day, your best friend’s voice rings out after you. “Use a condom!” Lorena shouts before falling into a fit of giggles.

“You’re the worst.”

“No, an unplanned pregnancy would be the worst,” she teases and nudges your side. “Be safe!”

“Fuck you,” you mutter to her in English, but there’s a smile on your face as you leave the hospital.

“No, fuck Javi instead!”

“Goddamnit, Lori!”

The walk home is uneventful, as normal, but the sun is just about to start setting over Bogotá. It’s beautiful, you think to yourself, and you admire the skyline as you walk back to your apartment.

Once you get inside, you head to your bathroom and sigh as you look in the mirror. You’re tired, it’s evident, but your eyes hold your excitement. Turning on a cassette player in your living room, you dance and sing along to it in the bathroom as you do your makeup and style your hair. Both are simply done, but make you feel a little more confident, a little more elegant for your night in with Javier.

You dance along to the music and make your way into your bedroom. You change out of your scrubs and into the outfit you chose last night, in a rush of excitement after talking with Javier on the phone. It’s your favorite dress you wear when you’re going out, not that it’s often, one that makes you feel fantastic about yourself. You look in the mirror and have to admit, you look damn good.

After you twirl in the mirror a little, you pick up the phone and dial Javier.

The familiar greeting fills your ears. “Peña.”

“Hey, Javi,” you practically sing. “I’m leaving my place now, I’ll pick up the food and be over. Leave the door unlocked, that way you don’t have to get up and let me in, okay?”

Javier chuckles. “Yes ma’am. I’ll see you then.”

He hangs up and you grab your purse and a jacket, wrapping it tight around yourself as you leave your apartment building and head out to a nearby restaurant.

After the food is ready, you carry it in one hand, smiling to yourself as you walk the rest of the way to Javier’s. It’s closer than you ever knew, and it makes you smile even wider knowing that there’s only ever a short distance between you and him. The sun is now setting, casting everything in a warm glow.

Once you reach his apartment, you get hit by a wave of nerves. Impulsively, you climb the extra stairs and knock on the Murphys’ front door.

No response comes, surprisingly. Rather than continuing to knock, you get your courage up and go back downstairs, knocking on Javier’s door and letting yourself in.

Javier is at his kitchen table already, which is nicely set and even has a candle burning on top of it. He looks up when he hears you and smiles, and you immediately smile back. He’s wearing a long-sleeved, nice shirt and a tie, the shirt cuffed to his elbows. His hair, which has been messy nearly every time you’ve seen him, is neatly styled too. He looks professional, and it makes you giggle a little.

He takes a second to take in the sight of you too, his eyes raking all the way up your body until his eyes meet yours. “You look great, cariño,” he tells you with a little smirk, and you walk closer and set the food down on the table.

“Thank you,” you tell him with a grin, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You look very formal.”

“This is what I wear to work,” he admits and tilts his head to the side.

“Then I’m going to have to come visit you at the embassy some time,” you tell him and kiss him on the lips, for the first real time since the hospital. There’s silence between the two of you and you can hear a rhythmic knocking noise coming from somewhere-

You break away and your eyes widen, giggling. There’s a loud creaking sound that accompanied the pounding. “Oh shit.”

“What is it?” Javi asks, but then the noise reaches his ears.

You have to cover your mouth to hold back a laugh. “I have to admit, I went upstairs to ask Connie for advice before I came down here… I guess I know why no one answered,” you snort before you hear a uniquely feminine groan, and both you and Javier start laughing uncontrollably, falling into each other.

You bury your face in his shoulder laughing, then quickly remove it, forgetting you were wearing makeup. “Oh god, do you have a radio or something we can turn on to cover that up?” You as him, still giggling.

“Yeah, come on,” he says and leans on you for balance as the two of you walk to his kitchen. There’s a radio on top of his fridge, and he turns it onto the American station in town. You smile at the memory of first meeting him while this was playing. Some slow jam from a few years ago is on, and Javier cranks the dial to adjust the volume until you can no longer hear the Murphys and their activity upstairs.

The sun shines its last rays into the kitchen, casting an orange glow over both you and Javi. He looks down at you and swears he can see exactly what he’s feeling reflected in your eyes. Your eyes hold such kindness and depth and unconditional regard for him, and it makes him want to gather you in his arms and never let you go again, never let either of you ever leave this apartment and this moment. Javier has never been one for words, choosing mainly to express his feelings through the patterns of his hips against a woman’s, but he tries in this moment, just for you. “You… have gorgeous eyes,” he tells you softly, and you giggle and shyly look away. “Really,” he says, catching your chin in his hand and bringing your face back to look at him. “So beautiful. All of you, especially tonight.”

“Thank you,” you say softly, gazing up into those big brown eyes and kissing him quickly. “Care to dance?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Javi chuckles a little and puts his arms around your waist in return. “Why not?” He asks, sneaking another gentle kiss before swaying the two of you around his kitchen. You rest your head in the curve of his neck and he smiles at the feeling, pressing a kiss to your head. He’s not a great singer, he knows that, but he mumble-sings the lyrics to you. You can feel his chest vibrate from his voice, and you sigh, pressing a kiss into his skin before resting your head on his shoulder again.

The song ends a few moments later and there’s a bit of dead air on the radio. No sound comes from upstairs and you lift your head, laughing a little. “Well, now that that’s all done… shall we eat?” You ask, and Javier nods, sneaking one last kiss from your lips.

The night ends with you and Javier cuddled on the couch. It’s late, and you’re watching his VHS tapes of old American movies. You’re snuggled into his side when he nudges your face with his neck. “Aren’t you uncomfortable in your dress?” He asks.

“What, are you trying to get me naked?” You tease quietly.

“No. Just want you comfy,” he murmurs, half asleep. You have to admit you’re tired too. “I have a proposal.”

“Yes I’ll marry you,” you laugh jokingly.

“Not like that,” he rolls his eyes. “Help me to my bed. You can wear some of my clothes. Sleep here tonight.”

You smile a little. “Is this your way of saying you can’t sleep without me anymore?”

“Sleeping alone is shitty once I got a taste of you,” he says with a charming smile.

“Alright Romeo,” you tease and kiss his lips gently. “I like that idea though. Let’s do it.” You stand from his arms, offering him a hand. He takes it and stands with a groan.

You help Javier to his bedroom, holding him up as a crutch and a balance. Javier’s tie was long discarded, after the two of you ate dinner. He strips the dress shirt and pants from his body, leaving him in just his boxers and a plain white shirt. He heads to his dresser and pulls out a large t-shirt for you.

You take it from him and kiss his cheek. He closes his eyes as you unzip your dress. “You’re allowed to look,” you murmur teasingly next to his ear. His eyes fly open and watch you hungrily, the way you’re exposed in just a bra and panties.

“Mi ángel,” he mumbles, his hands on your sides. He looks down at your body before finding your eyes again and smiling softly. He kisses you gently. “I know I have a bad reputation. You know I love you for more than your body, right?”

You nod, your arms around his neck. “Of course I do, Javi. We haven’t even fucked yet.”

He nods. “Just… checking.” This is all so new for him, and you can tell. You kiss him tenderly for a moment before pulling on the big t-shirt and flopping on his bed.

“Now get in here and cuddle me, Superman.”

“Of course, cariño,” he laughs, sliding under the covers and kissing the side of your face.

translations:

por supuesto- of course

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reidyoulikeabook · 3 years

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Champagne Problems

#Request: could you write something based on ‘champagne problems’? creative license is yours and go ham however you see fit but i was thinking reader breaks things off between her and spencer seemingly without warning etc etc

Summary: You and Spencer had been together for almost 2 years. So when he asks you to marry him, that’s got to be a no-brainer, right?

Warnings: Angst, a lot of angst. Minor mentions of threat, blackmail, violence and drugs.

Word count: 2k

A/N: Writing this hurt my feelings. Badly. Just the idea of sad Spencer destroys me. That having been said, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy writing it. Anyway, as always, requests are open!

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Spencer hasn’t moved off the couch in at least 8 hours. He hadn’t slept. Not since you’d left.

He’d been agonising over the proposal for months. He’d consulted Morgan, who’d said, “Pretty boy, you could ask her over coffee on the jet and she’d say yes. Don’t worry so much about making it perfect.”

Garcia, who’d squealed, bouncing in her seat at the thought of another BAU wedding, “Oh my gosh! You have to make it beautiful! Amazing! You two are finally gonna get married! Is she pregnant? Not that she has to be just, my god, this team has a reputation for shotgun weddings.”

He’d briefly considered asking Rossi, who had surely proposed enough times by now for him to be classified as an engagement expert. Hotch would probably have had some sage advice, and Emily well...he wasn’t exactly sure what her advice would have been, actually. He might have wound up asking them if what J.J had said to him hadn’t been so helpful.

“Do whatever feels most authentic to you. Neither of you are fans of a big show, you’re not ‘fly a blimp over Quantico’ people. Just, do something that feels right.”

So he’d done that. Spencer loved the solace of your apartment. It’s where you spent the vast majority of your date nights: ordering in fancy takeout, watching shows, sometimes just sitting and reading together in the bay window. If Spencer had a glass or two of wine, he could sometimes be coaxed into dancing.

What felt right to him was this: the apartment bathed in the glow of the fairylights he’d put up earlier, supported by the gentle golden light of the colour changing lightbulb he’d purchased especially. The record player prepared with your favourite album. A chilled bottle of wine resting on the table, next to a bouquet of fresh flowers contained in a crystal vase he’d had to demolish half the spare bedroom to find.

He was more than a little nervous, as he posted himself up at the dining room table to await your arrival. He couldn’t stop the train of thoughts: what if she says no? What if she doesn’t want me?

The only thing that helped stifle his nerves was thinking of how the others had reacted when he’d told them. What Morgan had said. Then he trails his mind back, to all the times he’d felt so insecure, so unworthy of your love. You’d never failed to remind him that he was the best thing to happen to you. That every insecurity he had was actually just a quirk about him that you loved. Your love poured into him, filling a lifetime of holes made by other peoples criticiques and mockery. He took a deep breath. He would be okay. This would be okay. You loved him. God knows you’d told him that enough times.

***

“What’s all this?” You ask, coming through the door and shrugging the laptop case off your shoulders.

“I just thought, since our anniversary is coming up and we could get called out on a case...I thought we could celebrate early. On a night we know we have off.”

“That’s really thoughtful,” You say with a smile, “I can’t believe you did all this Spence.”

He stands, crossing the room to help you take your jacket off, “You deserve something special.”

“Good job you’re something special then,” You say, allowing him to lift the jacket off your shoulders, leaning in to peck his cheek as he does it.

Moving away from you to hang your jacket on the coat hanger, he feels the anxiety start to climb again. He’s imagined the scenario a million times in his head, played it out. He knew he’d be nervous. But nothing, no run-through in his mind could have prepared him for the anxiety he feels as you take your seat at the table.

“Shall I open this?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Spence you got the fancy one,” You say, a question in your voice that he pretends not to hear.

“Well it is for our anniversary, can’t buy the five dollar bottle to celebrate two years together,” He says, taking his seat opposite you.

“Two years huh?”

“Yep. Well, currently one year, eleven months and fifteen days, if you take a month to mean thirty days.”

“That’s gone pretty fast.”

“Actually it’s pretty widely agreed by psychologists that as we get older our subjective perception of time speeds up. There’s no real consensus on what exactly the cause is but it’s thought that it might have something to do with the expansion of our neuron network and the greater distance signals have to travel which slows down our processing time.”

You laugh, “Well that’s a very scientific way to tell me we’re getting old.”

“You’re not even thirty.”

“Not far off.”

“Well I’m sure I’ll think you’re just as beautiful at thirty, and fourty, and fifty, and-”

You cut him off, laughing again, “Is there a scientific theory to support that or are you just spitballing here?”

“This is all me.”

Something about the way he says that sounds so vulnerable that it makes your heart ache.

Spencer’s a little nervous, but not anything close to massively alerting you. You decide to chalk it down to just Spencer being Spencer, mostly out of not wanting to dwell on it too much. The evening passes in exchange of old memories, light teasing as you recall how long it’d taken him to summon the courage to kiss you for the first time.

He’s trying to work out when. When you head to the bathroom, he decides it has to be when you come back. Before he loses his nerve. He swallows another sip of wine for courage, smiling at the thought that he’ll get to introduce you as his fiance at work tomorrow.

Entering the room, you spy how he’s smiling to himself. You have half a mind to ask him what he’s thinking about, but he interrupts you before you can.

“Wanna dance?” He asks, having wandered to where the record player sits, covered in a thin layer of dust.

“Yeah. Dancing sounds good.”

Flicking the needle down, that familiar song starts playing.

You make your way over to where he stands on your living room rug. He puts one arm around your waist, keeping your other hand in his. You move in time to the music, letting him twirl you around with ease.

“I have something to ask you,” he murmurs, spinning you again so you come flying to rest against his chest.

Your head rests just under his chin, and the dance slows down to a gentle sway.

Your heart is pounding.

“Yeah?”

“I-I had this whole speech planned,” he says, softly, "But I think...I think I just want to ask you now. I think you know how I feel about you. How much I love you. So I wanted to ask you, if you want to marry me.”

You drop his hand. Stepping back, you scan his face. Seeing the panic, the questionning, the confusion.

“Spencer I-I can’t. I can’t do that.”

Confusion flickers across his features, eyebrows furrowing, lips pressing against one another. He tries to keep the tears from filling his eyes but he can’t. They glint with all the hurt. With his worst nightmare realised. You’re just stood there, statue-still. Staring at him with something he can’t figure out. Horror? Shock? How could it be either of those things. His chest heaves, he flounders. Even when he imagined this, he never planned what he’d say next. What he’d really do if you said no. It dawns on him then. He never really believed it would happen.

“W-Why?” He finally chokes, taking a step towards you only to promptly feel another kick to the gut as you, in turn, retreat.

“I just...” You trail off, mouth opening and closing, “I just. I just can’t.”

He doesn’t get the chance to puzzle out what the look on your face is. It’s imperceptible. Before he can think of anything else to say, before he can even begin to comprehend the way his world just shattered, you’re gone.

He thinks he hears a quiet, “I’m sorry,” as you scuttle out of the apartment door and disappear.

***

At some point, he makes it to the couch. It goes dark around him, the batteries in the fairy lights die at some point. So he sits illuminated in only the light of the lamp.

Eidetic memory allows his brain to become a theatre. Showing only one film: The Time You Said No. Dropped his hand. Stepped back, as if you were wounded, injured. The confusion in your voice. How it shook, broke, when you said ‘I-I can’t.’ How you just left. How you promised you’d never leave and here you were, slipping out the apartment door without a second look. He’s not even analysing. He just sits, replaying the night in his head. Hot tears slipping down his cheeks everytime he gets to the part where you leave. He doesn’t wipe them. Just starts again.

***

He’s vaguely aware of a phone ringing beside him. Picking it up, he sees it’s 7:52am, which means he’s going to be late for work. There are several missed calls. He would check to see who they’re from but he doesn’t really care.

Will you be at work?

The thought almost makes him want to go. It dawns on him then that he has absolutely no idea where you are, and somehow that’s worse than knowing you left. He scrambles for the phone, picking it up and dialling your number. It rings, from inside your jacket. The jacket you left on the back of the chair.

If he goes into work and you’re not there...he bristles at the thought. Nausea rises in him, his forehead starting to feel clammy with a light sheen of sweat as he processes: he has no idea where you are. For the first time in two years, he has no idea where you are and no way to find out.

Then it hits him. This might just be his life now. He has to run to the bathroom and vomit.

***

You’ve fucked it up. You’ve fucked it up and you know it the moment you get out of your apartment building and into the freezing cold air. There’s no way to explain it.

You’d received an email this afternoon. It was footage of Elle. You’d been home late because you’d had to go to Hotch, who’d spent the afternoon nervously pacing. Various agents, increasing in status each time, had flooded the office.

There was no way of knowing, right now, who’d sent the email. Or what they could see. What they had access to. How could you accept a proposal from Spencer when you knew that doing so could put him in jepoardy? What if they had something on him?

The entire team had looked the other way while you’d helped him to wrangle the dilaudid addiction and get himself back on his feet. That time pained you to think about. But there were so many things that a person could get their hands on. How could you say yes to taking your relationship further when everything was so off-balance right now?

You should have told him. No matter about Hotch or Strauss swearing you to secrecy. You should have told him. Shame rises, deep in your gut, at the monumental fuck-up you’d just made. If it hadn’t been this afternoon, if you hadn’t been on edge already, if you’d had the time to think about things. You would have responded differently. If you’d just had some more time.

But you’re here now. Wondering, how exactly you could explain that you’d done this because you were worried someone might hurt him.

How can you say you were protecting him, when in doing so you destroyed him?

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realcube · 4 years

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Haikyuu girls // The Strap - NSFW headcanons

pairings: kiyoko x reader, yachi x reader, saeko x reader

summary: you and your s/o decide to add a bit of spice to your sex so y’all use a strap - the following headcanons are how I think they’ll use it/react..

tw// aged-up au!, (she/her) reader, vagina-having reader, sexual intercourse, strap-ons, WLW sex, fingering, oral (receiving and giving), swearing, exhibition

Kiyoko Shimizu

honestly, you’re both very diplomatic when it comes to deciding who gives and who receives

whenever y’all do it, the mood kinda just decides for itself

however, since both y’all were just blankly staring at the bright pink object that sat in the middle of the bed, Kiyoko figured that she’d take one for the team

also, since it was her who suggested and bought the item, she thought it would only be fair if she gave it try first

so, she guided you through the steps of putting it on while strapping it onto herself

then, once she was done, she bent you over and got to it

✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

Your eyes rolled back into your head from the unholy mix of ecstasy and pain Kiyoko made you feel. Never before have you felt so full. The way she mastered the smooth plastic toy so it occasionally brushed against your g-spot left you salivating and begging for more - just how she intended. “Kiyoko~” You whined, pushing your face out of the blankets so she could hear your desperate pleas, “M- Muh, More! Please..”

A light pant left Kiyoko’s lip as she retracted one of her hand from your waist to reach down at trace sloppy circles around her clit, but she was a lot more sensitive than she thought she would be so after that small bit of stimulation, she involuntarily tossed her head back and let out a low moan.

That was part of the reason she wanted to refrain from touching herself while pounding into you but the sight of your dripping pussy being stretched out by her strap along with the high-pitch mewls you let out was more than enough to leave her with a throbbing cunt and weak knees.

Without a word, she altered her movements so that she was now thrusting into you at a rapid pace, every movement of her hip directed at the spot you pleaded to be stimulated and upon your request, Kiyoko delivered. However, not without a cost. At this point, your g-spot was getting used and abused so quickly, your body was barely able to keep up.

Lewd wails escaped your throat, your mind clouded with pleasure and euphoria yet you were still conscious enough to notice that the slight vibrating of your thighs could only mean one thing.

Despite the fact you were struggling to breath through all the erotic sensations throughout your body, let alone think - as soon as you felt your orgasm arise, the natural instinct to ask for permission managed to muster up enough energy to allow you to croak out, “May I?”

Kiyoko couldn’t help but giggle, gently caressing you waist with one hand and abandoning her needy clit to attend to your puckered hole. “You’ve been a good girl.” She mused, a low groan falling from her lips as he speed decreased slightly just to tease you. “Go on.”

Her deacceleration barely effected you as by the time those words had reached your ears, you were already halfway through your climax. Bliss shot through your body, sending shivers down your arched spine and to your legs, which was promptly followed by a pornographic moan. “Sh..Shimzu!~”

Upon hearing you finish, Kiyoko slowly pulled out the strap to provide you with some relief before taking it off, throwing it aside and attacking her pussy with her fingers - clearly, she had been left unsatisfied after being aroused by your messy, horny state.

You looked over at her and were simply unable to stifle a giggle. However, you weren’t the one laughing when you tried to stand up to walk over there and help her but then you realised you couldn’t feel your legs. “C’mere.” You commanded, seeming slightly less dominant since you were still panting from when she was railing you just a few seconds ago, “I’ll finish you off.”

Hitoka Yachi

she rarely ever gives and this was no exception

(well, by that I mean she is a bottom but when it comes to giving gifts and stuff she is extra af but that is a whole other headcanon)

in fact, she was actually the one who bought the strap

however, it was now you who inserting it into her

but you both like it that way!

bc she usually hates being on top since she’s always scared that she’ll hurt you or leave you unsatisfied

anyway, you both mutually agreed that you were the top - despite the fact that y’all only do it once every millennium-

✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

You finished deciphering the instruction and managed to put the god-forsaken thing on - and the fact that you had little to no hand-to-eye coordination probably didn’t help. ( Throwback to that one time you momentarily pulled out and then when you tried to plug your fingers back in, you accidentally ended up aggressively poking Yachi’s labia.)

“Okay,” You looked up, biting your lip upon seeing Yachi in nothing but lingerie with the dim candle’s lit in the background, making her look heavenly. The character develop - you sighed, recalling the first time y’all had intercourse and she insisted the lights had to be complete off and her oversized shirt and thigh-high socks stayed on. Not that you had a problem with that - in fact, you found it quite charming - but it was just amazing to see how much more confidence she’s gained.

You shook your head in attempt to shake away all the off-topic thoughts, “Are you sure you want me to do this?” You inquired, eyes soft and exchanging a loving gaze with her. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing this.” Although, it was Yachi’s idea to invest in a strap-on but you’d rather be safe than sorry as she might’ve changed her mind since then.

Yachi nodded, her signature sweet yet awkward smile gracing her lip while she fidgeted with the lace on the edges of the red panties she wore. “Oh, yes. I’m sure! I-I’ll be sure to tell you if it’s too much though.” She stuttered, losing her train of thought at the sight of you wearing the article. A deep blush rushed to her cheeks and she tried to stifle a snicker, “Safe-word: ‘waffles’, right?”

Waffles; a parallel to the name of your dog - Pancakes - which Yachi thought was so cute and fun but you - for obvious reasons - felt uncomfortable with her, in any case, screaming your dogs name in bed. So, you changed the word to Waffles.

You hummed in agreement, sending her one last kind smile before a mischievous grin made it’s way onto your face. “Bend over.” You demanded, glancing down to look at the massive piece of shmeat erect on your vagina; you’d by lying if you said it didn’t make you at least the slightest bit uneasy - but you had to push through, for Yachi!

Saeko Tanaka

at this point, you were used to Saeko whipping out the weirdest shit and using it during intercourse

if anything, a strap-on was pretty vanilla and conventional compared to the other things Saeko has used with you

which include (but not limited to): a wooden spoon, a candle, a TV remote, an Xbox controller, a whisk, ice-cubes in the shape of people, a needle, lego brick(s), a sandal, a guitar, a broom, a lava-lamp, a ketchup bottle, a hairbrush, a straightener, multiple bottles of shampoo (since she only uses the tiny bottles that she steals from hotels), her gear stick, a D20 and a pack of instant noodles.

so obviously you were pleasantly surprised when Saeko actually went out and bought a real sex toy instead of just using one of her make-shift ones.

“Only the best for you, princess!”

oh, and this goes without saying, she’s a top

it’s not that you’re a bottom though because you are from it as you’ve attempted to top her on multiple occasions

but it just never goes your way so no matter how dominant and/or persistent you are, you always end up receiving

not that you have a problem with it but- when I say she goes hard, she goes hard

literally she’ll stop whatever she is going if you seem even remotely horny and as soon as you give her consent to go further, it’s game over for you, honey

also, she is very much an exhibitionist so she really doesn’t care if she’s being to loud while her brother/his friends are over

in short, when you saw that bright pink toy lying on her bed sheet especially for you - it didn’t take long for you to realise that you should probably pre-book a few days off from work because you won’t be able to walk for the next week-

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“Shut up, babe.” Saeko hissed at you, a evil smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, “They’re studying downstairs.”- not that she cared, she just enjoyed seeing you frustrated. So she couldn’t help but laugh at how much of a mess you were, sweat matting your hair to your forehead, your ass cheeks red from Saeko’s unmerciful palm, your leg twitching as you approached your orgasm and your mouth full of lewd moans being forced shut as Saeko insisted that you quiet down.

Saeko leaned in to whisper suggestive threats into your ear, “If I hear another sound leave that pretty little mouth of your’s, you’ll be punished later.” The tingle of her hot breath against your skin and the implications of what she said just aroused you even more, forcing you to repress your whines..for now.

Honestly, you seriously didn’t know if you could do it as surely, Saeko wasn’t aware of how differently it hit when she used a proper toy - or perhaps she just felt that cruel today. The optimum amount of pleasure you thought she was capable of bringing you was somehow doubled due to the mix of factors: her using a real toy designed to endue pleasure, the impressive balance of attention between your clit and ass, her erotic threats and the fact she was seriously going feral back there.

You were already close but her harsh groping of your ass, licking her fingers to provide the slightest bit of lubricant before sticking 3 digits straight into your strained, dripping cunt while her other hand tightened it’s grip on the back of your neck - all that was enough to tip you over the edge.

You thought you’d be able to ask for permission or at least give a warning before you came but your throbbing clit along with Saeko’s tip violently slamming against your g-spot left you unable to do so, while you attempt sounded a bit like, “I’m gonna- I-” followed by an involuntary, loud moan.

“Don’t you dare-” Saeko snapped teasingly, but obviously unprepared for how loud your moan would actually be - so rather than covering your mouth with her hand, for her own entertainment she slammed into your g-spot once more, this time with more force - leading to you choking on your own noise.

Saeko was used to leaving you out of breath and tired, so while your lay there with your ass up, trying to catch your breath; she took this opportunity to take off the strap (but left it dangling out your pussy since she wasn’t sure if you wanted her to take it out or not) and went to get some aloe-vera for your bright red ass and dark purple bruises on your neck.

“Geez, your pretty lil’ pussy could barely handle that. Maybe we should stick to the ketchup bottles.” She joked, squirting the aloe-vera onto her hands and gently gliding her hands across your lower back.

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Deanoru Fic: It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

Summary: The one where the Runaways have to fight an unexpected criminal attack in L.A. during their night out and Nico ends up taking big risks to protect Karolina, which prompts her to ask Karolina the most important question of their lives.

§ - §

What was supposed to be a quiet Sunday night for the Runaways quickly turned into a mess in a matter of seconds.

Thinking in retrospect, Nico assumed she should have known they were bound to stumble upon a disaster every time they stepped outside.

Still, it had been the first time in a while they had managed to get the whole group together at the same place. With Alex off to MIT, Gert and Chase finishing off college and Molly about to graduate high school all while Nico and Kare adapted to moving in together last year, they had been too busy for a reunion. At the same time, Nico was pursuing her own career in journalism (which had been quite a surprise to her, once she realized writing about the things that angered her was a better coping mechanism than trying to solve everything with spells) and Karolina started working towards her Sociology Masters (which did not come as surprise at all, because this girl was amazing and capable of anything).

Because of the crazy times they had been going through, Nico had planned to have a peaceful night out with her friends at the amusement park downtown, followed by a sleepover at their old hideout, the Hostel, to blow off some steam. Of course, that didn’t go as planned thanks to some lunatic that had decided to attack LA and kidnap a bunch of kids in the middle of their night off.

Now, Nico was following the crazy man’s track to some abandoned warehouse (because he was a cliche like that, apparently), alongside Karolina, Molly and Chase. They had left Gert and Alex at the park, to make sure the civilians got home safe and nobody was hurt. When they finally reached the place Nico’s localization spell had pointed out, she stopped her friends in their tracks.

— Look, we don’t know much about this dude, other than the fact he’s insane enough to kidnap a bunch of kids without thinking twice. What we do know is that he seemed to know exactly what he was doing, so he may be a professional. — Nico explained, keeping her voice low while the four of them hid behind a bus stop. The sight was quite ridiculous, but the dark street provided a very welcome hideout.

— So, you think he is part of a gang or something? — Molly asked, appearing to be excited at the prospect of kicking some gangster’s ass, which did not appeal to Chase at all, considering his furrowed brow in Molly’s direction.

— He could be. Anyway, he had a whole crew and lots of guns. Be careful and don’t do anything dumb. And, yes, I’m talking to you, Chase, in case there is any doubt. — Nico reinforced, receiving a scowl from him.

— Oh, there wasn’t, baby. — Kare commented, earning a small smile from her girlfriend, despite the tense situation they were in. Chase just threw his arms up in frustration as a response.

— Just remember our main goal is to get the children back to their families before anything bad happens. Let’s go inside by the backdoor and, please, don’t forget to-

— Stick together. — Molly interrupted. — We know it, Nico. You give away too many speeches for somebody that hates motivational stuff. — With that, she turns and leads the way to the back exit.

— Ow, I was just disrespected by a fetus. — Nico sighed, but still followed said fetus’ steps.

— Now you know how I feel. — Chase replied, shaking his shoulders.

Their banter died down as Molly forced the door open and the four of them walked inside in complete silence. The place was pitch dark, so Karolina instinctively lightened up her hand, leading the way through an infinite amount of hallways that seemed to lead nowhere.

— Wait, I’m hearing something. — Kare whispers just when Nico was starting to lose hope of finding any clues in that place. Kare very quickly diminishes her light. — I think someone is coming, get ready.

Some moments after her warning, Nico manages to catch sight of a dim lantern light in the end of the hallway. Shortly after that, six men appeared, guns in hand.

Despite their muscles and armament, they had no time to react as energy blasts from Chase’s Fistgons hit the first two men right in their chests. Without missing a beat, Karolina flew over the fallen thugs to bring the next two to the ground as Nico attacked one of the remaining men with a restraining spell. Molly hit the last one of the men hard against the wall, leaving him momentarily unconscious.

— Tell us where the kids are. Now. — Nico demanded the man she was holding against the wall.

— Fuck you, bitch-

A burst of light hit a spot near the guy’s head, leaving a massive hole in the wall. Molly let out a surprised squeal, but Nico didn’t even flinch, knowing exactly where it came from.

— You will tell her what we want to know or the next one is going right into your head. — Karolina bluffed, rainbow couloured beams of light coming out of her hand.

Anyone who knew her could see right through her act, as Nico did, but, right there, in a dark creepy hallway with her exhilarating power consuming the whole place, it was no surprise the man was terrified of her.

With blonde hair falling into her face, an anger-filled look on her dreamy blue eyes and incredible power radiating from every part of her body, Nico thought she looked like an avenging angel.

Nico also thought several other things right after that, but she had to push those ideas away in favor of focusing on their mission.

— East side of the building. They are keeping the kids in the basement over there. You have to turn right in the next hallway and keep walking straight down. — The guy grunted out, visibly shaken up.

— How many people are guarding them? — Chase questioned, stiffening up.

— About twelve, but I guess you will have no problem with that. — He growled.

— Why did you take the kids? Is it to make a statement to a rival gang? — Molly seriously questioned, talking for the first time in a while, which earned a raising eyebrow from Chase. — What? I study gangs quite a lot, you never know when you will have to fight one.

— You terrify me sometimes, kid. — Chase said, deeply disturbed.

— She’s not wrong. — Their hostage said, once the hold Nico had on him tightened up. — I don’t know much, I was just paid to guard the place. All I know is the boss has some crazy guns and is trying to show off his firepower, the kids are just to attract attention.

— As usual, kids are the ones getting caught up in the middle of adults’ bullshit. — Nico murmured, anger burning inside of her. — That’s all we need to know, let’s go. — Nico dropped the thug to the ground and whispered a spell to make him fall asleep.

— Alright, guys, let’s find them. — Karolina pleaded, holding out her hand for Nico to grab. Without thinking twice, Nico took it and guided her girlfriend and friends to the basement. They successfully avoided being seen by any other guards, managing to reach the place rather quickly, now they knew what to look for.

Once they got to the spot where they were hiding the kids, Nico caught sight of plenty of guards gathered in front of the door. Nico signaled for the group to stop and listen attentively. They all waited together, trying to listen to the conversation being held near them.

— Is the gun ready? — One of the men questioned.

— The Boss says so. He brags it can take out any of those super powered freaks out there, anything that isn’t human. — Answered another.

— Do you believe it?

— I don’t need to believe it. Every other gang in town is going to be terrified. We are in for some good money.

Nico reached for Karolina without thinking twice, fear washing over her at the thought of some despicable guy harming Kare. The next thing in her mind was Molly, fearing the weapon could hurt her too due to her powers. Chase’s panic was also written all over his face when she looked up to him.

— So, what do we do? — Molly whispers, voice trembling.

— We save the kids and get out of here. That’s the plan. — Nico answers, fearing Molly and Karolina would cross ways with a potential threat.

— We can’t let this guy keep the weapon. It could hurt people. People like me. Like Molly. — Karolina disagrees, nervously.

— This is exactly why we need to leave. We can’t put you and Molly in danger. — Chase pondered.

— Also, we don’t even know if this gun is real, the dude might just be making it up. — Nico argued back, trying not to raise her voice.

— We can’t take risks with this, Nico. — Karolina insists. There is a moment of silence where Karolina just holds Nico’s eyes on hers, letting her know she is not letting this go.

Well, Nico realizes she isn’t either.

— I don’t want to get in the middle of this staring contest you guys are having, but I think the guard is walking toward us, so maybe we can argue later and fight now? — Chase suggests, speaking fast as he prepared his Fistgons to shoot lasers at the upcoming target.

— Say no more. — Molly complies, eyes glowing in the dark.

After that mutual agreement, everything becomes a blur of punches, light and loud noises as the four of them fight through the wave of thugs.

Once they finally reach the door, Chase blows the lock up, sweat covering his face and his breathing heavy.

— Man, I don’t see you in this bad of a shape ever since you lost the Junior league championship. — Nico commented, earning an offended scowl from him.

— That’s low, Minoru, you know that’s the thing I’m sensitive about.

As Chase catches his breath, Molly screams a warning before kicking the door down. It’s all a bit dramatic and not that necessary, but Nico lets her have it. It has been a long night, after all.

They find about fifteen very terrified kids grouped together in the dark, loud sounds of crying and screaming reverberating through the room.

— Hey, it’s okay. — Karolina softly announces, lighting up the place. — We’re here to help. — The kids amusedly stare at Kare as she shines, momentarily forgetting their current situation.

— Yes, we will get you out. Just make a line and I’ll make sure you get back to your families. — Nico asks, turning to prepare for her next speel. With a deep breath, she pictures the amusement park with clarity in her mind as she tightens her hold on the Staff. — Open the portal. — She murmurs, focusing on keeping it safe for the kids. — It’s stable now, but it’s not safe for them to cross alone. Molly, you and Chase go with them.

The girl opened her mouth to protest at the same time Chase let out a breath of relief.

— Please, Mols. Those kids need protection, we have no idea if there’s something waiting for them at the park. They will need to be kept safe until finding their families. I’m trusting you with this. — Nico pleaded, hoping she would listen to her. Molly still looked unhappy about it, but nodded and accepted the request.

— Hey, y’all, just stay together and follow me. — Molly said, walking through the portal right after. Chase spoke softly to the kids as they crossed it as well, only stopping when the last one was gone, following them as well. Despite that, Nico kept the portal open, fortifying it.

— Kare… You should go with them. — Despite her request, Karolina sighed, unbothered.

— I’m not going anywhere.

— This guy is dangerous, okay? His weapon especially targets super powered people, you heard it.

— That is why I can’t let you go alone. If he can really hurt superheroes, I’m sure he can hurt witches with staffes too! — She argued back, hands crossed in front of her body.

— The Staff doesn’t count! Your power is engraved into your blood, Kare. It is too dangerous for you to stay. Also, I can handle him, believe me.

— I’m not saying I don’t believe you, but if you get hurt, we will be lost without you... I will be lost, Nico. — Karolina’s voice is shaking, which breaks Nico’s heart even more.

— I won’t let that happen. But, even if it does, the team needs you to go and keep everyone else safe. You need to make sure these kids get back to their families and meet me back at the Hostel. I added an additional protection to the portal. It doesn’t let those who cross it come back here, keeping everyone safe. Please, just go. — Nico insisted, holding onto Karolina’s arms, trying to get her to listen. They are standing right in front of the portal right now, its purple energy beaming so strongly Nico needs to put a lot of effort into properly seeing Karolina’s face.

— Nico, no! I’m not leaving you behind, especially with no way of getting back to you. — Karolina firmly denied, sounding terrified with the idea.

— Karie, that’s not leaving me, that’s following a plan. Trust me, I would never not come back to you.

— I do trust you. I just can’t-

Nico stops her mid-sentence, hands gripping around her shoulders as she presses their lips together, hard and sharp. It’s not like their usual kisses, it’s not soft or slow or loving, it’s desperate and rough, just Nico sealing them together one more time before she does what has to be done.

— I love you, Karolina. Don’t forget that.

— I love-

— Also, I’m sorry. — Nico whispers, before using her tight grip on Karie’s shoulders to push her through the portal.

— Nico! No, don’t you dare! I swear-

Karolina’s furious scream is cut out by the portal closing.

— Please, don’t go too hard on me for this, Karie. — Nico begged the empty space her girlfriend was in until a moment ago, before turning on her heels to face her target.

§ - §

When Nico makes her way back to the Hostel almost an hour later, Molly is the first person to throw herself at her. Soon enough, she’s being passed around, from Alex to Gert to Chase and, finally, to receive a friendly tap from Old Lace’s tail.

Karolina is the last one in her arms, holding her so tight Nico loses sense of everything around them for a moment.

— Are you okay? Are you hurt, what happened? — Karolina fired the questions quickly, hands scanning her body, looking for any injuries.

— I’m fine, really. Not hurt, just really tired. — Nico assures her, trying to sound light.

— Did you catch the guy? — Chase asked next, curious.

— Yes, I did. He had a weapon that was quite powerful, but it wasn’t capable of all the things that he was told about. Someone tricked him, apparently. It could cause a lot of damage, but not to the point of harming superpowered people. I mean, at least that’s what I understood from the cops’ talks after they took him away. — Nico explained, hand rushing through her hair, trying to keep it off her face.

— So I left for nothing? Damn it, I could have kicked his ass. — Molly complained, disappointed.

— It wasn’t for nothing! Nico made the right call. If this guy had the gun he claimed to, you could be dead right now just for crossing his way. — Gert refuted, arms around her sister in a tight embrace. Nico nodded softly to her as a way of thanking the support and Gert smiled back.

— Better to be safe than sorry. — Alex added, to Molly’s further disappointment.

— Whatever, I guess. — She muttered, arms crossed.

— Still, it took all of my energy to get him and his thugs to step down. I’m really drained. — Nico explained, breathing still irregular even now.

As their friends discussed the night’s unexpected turn of events and planned a brunch for the next day to make up for tonight’s disaster, Karolina took the chance to lock Nico in another hug, still not saying much, appearing to be just taking in her presence.

— We will… Huh, leave you to it? — Chase suggests, his voice nothing but background noise to Nico as she buries her head in Kare’s shoulder, relief washing over her. In a moment, all her friends have dispersed through the Hostel and Karolina is taking a step away from her, cleaning her throat.

— Kare, I-

— Let’s not do this here. — Kare asks, indicating the stairs with her head.

— Okay. Sure. — Nico complies, not sure of what to do, but still quietly following Karolina as she took them to their old bedroom.

Once they get there, Karolina closes the door and walks to the center of the room, nervously standing there. Karolina seems to gather herself for what she’s about to say. When she talks again, her tone is so sharp Nico feels as if her heart is being split in half.

— You’re unbelievable, Nico. What you did- I don’t even know what the hell to tell you. I was so scared for you, even more than I was mad. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you!

Nico knows Karolina needs to get her anger out, knows she has every right to be pissed at her, but she’s too tired, too broken to do anything other than let her body take over.

Her feet move before she even takes notice of them, arms enlacing Karolina’s waist, head fitting right under her chin.

She listens to Karolina’s heartbeat, furiously beating because of what she did.

Somehow, Nico is just really glad it’s even beating at all. Nico knows she put herself in danger more than anyone else in the team today, but she finds herself realizing the thing that terrified her the most was Karolina getting hurt. She didn’t think twice, didn’t hesitate, before throwing herself in the unknown, if that meant getting Karie to a safe place.

Nico would rather do it a thousand times again if that meant Karolina would be waiting for her on the other side of it. Even if they fought, argued and screamed.

Karolina was all there was, as usual.

— I love you, Karolina Dean. — Nico whispers.

Karie sighed, hands coming to tangle among the heavy locks of Nico’s hair.

— I love you too. — Kare says it back. — I’m still mad though.

— I know. I’m sorry-

Nico stops, breathes one time. Then, another. She runs what she’s about to say through her mind again and again.

Karolina waits for her, as she always does, even through Nico’s worst moments.

— I’m sorry I pushed you away. — Nico apologizes, taking enough distance for Karolina just to take a better look at her face. — I’m sorry I made you feel so worried for me, but I’m not sorry for what I did.

Karolina is clearly confused, but still pays attention to Nico. Now, she is looking down to face her as well, which would annoy Nico if it came from anyone else, since she hates feeling so small, but it’s always quite endearing when Karie does it. The difference is that Karolina does it to make sure she never misses a single movement Nico makes, she stares at her as if Nico is something precious… Something marvelous. When Kare bows down to touch her face, when she pulls Nico towards her, it’s never patronizing… Quite the opposite actually: Every time Karolina touches Nico, she feels unchained.

That is the one thing that prompts Nico to be truly honest about the reasoning behind her actions tonight.

— I'm not sorry for doing something stupid to keep you safe. I’m not sorry for putting you first. I’m only sorry for not letting you in. I just need you to understand that I will never stop trying to get you home safe. No matter what it takes. I promise to include you in that, though. It was shitty of me to just push you through the portal. I panicked and didn’t take the time to talk with you or respect your choice, and that’s all on me. I shouldn’t have been so reckless and stupid. — Nico was out of breath when she finished talking and Karolina was still surprisingly quiet. — Kare? Do you need some time to think? I can leave, I know you sometimes like being alone after stuff like this.

Nico moves to leave, but Kare’s hand clasps around her wrist. She feels more than sees her body being snatched against the other woman. Karolina kisses her the way Nico has been dying to be kissed throughout this whole nightmare of a night.

This time, there’s no threats, fears or risks. This time, it’s just the two of them.

When Karolina clutches Nico’s jacket and throws it across their room, she knows that means Kare was craving the same comfort from her. In a matter of seconds, Nico has gripped onto Karolina’s shirt and pulled it over her girlfriend’s head.

Kare knows Nico’s body as much as her own at this point, so it doesn’t take much time for her to get Nico’s shirt off and clash the two of them against their bed. Karolina’s hair is falling in a cascade, tingling Nico’s neck, but she is too busy kissing every inch of skin Kare has exposed to care.

Karolina is over her, but she’s also everywhere around Nico, light consuming their surroundings. Nico could watch her for the rest of her life without ever getting tired. More than that, she wants to spend forever getting to see Karolina like this, no walls up, just hopelessly opening up to Nico.

It never fails to amaze Nico that she’s the one doing this to Karolina. That it is all her, darkness and brokenness and all, making Kare lose all control, disclosing herself in the most breathtaking way possible.

Karolina desperately reaches for her, as if she will die if Nico isn’t closer. There’s nothing else in Nico’s mind once Kare touches her like that.

All there is in the world is Kare’s warmth washing over her, erasing every bit of pain and despair this night had caused.

§ - §

It’s pitch dark when Nico talks again, her head laying in Karolina’s chest, the two of them laying together in bed, Kare’s arms around her.

— I’m not one to repeat myself, but I really felt awful for shutting you out like that.

— I know.. I could tell it as soon as you did it.

— I’m predictable, after all.

— Only to me. — Karolina scoffs, making Nico laugh.

— I still feel like an idiot, though. — Nico confesses, causing Karolina to answer in a rather frenetic manner.

— You are not an idiot- Damn it, Nico. You’re everything, don’t you see? — Her voice is nothing but a whisper, but Nico still listens to it perfectly, years of secretive talkings like those preparing her to understand Karolina in any situation possible. — I can’t function without you, I can’t think, I can’t live if you’re not there. The worst part is that I’m so mad at you for doing something this crazy to protect me, but I would have done the same. I did before. Hell, I will probably do it again.

— I get it, Kare, trust me, I do.

— I'm not sure you do, babe. — Karolina disagrees, fingers coming to trace the curve of Nico’s neck. — I was raised to obey, to comply. I was taught that to love someone meant to be loyal beyond reason. With you, though, it is the opposite of that. I don’t follow your lead because I’m forced to do it. I do so because I trust you. I put myself in risk every time you’re in danger because I can’t imagine not having you there, even though I know you would never ask that from me. I think I love you even more because I know you wouldn’t.

Nico is not one to be left speechless, yet every single time Karolina tells her things like that, as if they’re a matter of fact, as if Nico is even deserving of that type of love, she takes a moment to convince herself this is real: that Nico is the one she loves, the only one she wants.

So, she figures she might as well try to make Karie feel that same way.

— Marry me, Karolina. — Nico tells her, eyes locking into hers as Kare’s breath catches, shock written all over her face. — Marry me and stay with me. Fight me and love me and never leave. You’re my light, Karie. You’re my heart. I don’t want to wait any longer to ask you this. So… Will you marry me?

As Karolina takes in the unexpected words, Nico’s heart desperately beats, terrified of what is about to come.

— Do you know that, when I fly, I can’t always see what’s ahead of me? — Karolina questions, confusing Nico, that doesn’t understand where she is going with this. Still, she’s smiling adorably, which warms Nico’s heart despite how nervous she feels.— The clouds blur my vision and I need to trust my instincts to make sure I’m not going to hit anything. I was terrified of getting hurt or falling at the beginning, but, over time, I realized that flying was part of me, that my body knew exactly what to do, even if my mind couldn’t quite understand it. My body can take over every sharp turn, every last minute deviant, before any thought crosses my mind. It's my nature.

She stops and the look she gives Nico is so full of love that she can’t find it in herself to panic over the fact she just proposed to Karolina out of the blue. Nico listens attentively as she continues, heart pondering in her chest with every word out of Kare’s mouth.

— That’s how I feel about you. You’re my nature. I have always known you, every part of my body did, even when my mind hadn’t caught up just yet. I always knew you, Nico, more than that, I always loved you, for all the things that terrified you and amazed me. So, yes, I will marry you. I will stay with you and I will never leave because being apart from you is denying my own nature and I won’t ever do this to myself again.

Kare is crying now and Nico notices she is too. Karolina’s hands are shaking when she holds onto Nico's face. She kisses her, her lips, her cheeks, her nose, her chin. Somehow, through the tears, Nico is also laughing, never getting tired of the soft feeling of Kare’s lips on her.

— You’re all I have ever wanted my whole life. Sometimes I still can’t believe I have you. — Kare utters, one last kiss being laid at Nico’s forehead.

— You do. Kare, you always had me. — Nico moves fast to lay a leg on each side of Kare’s body. She holds Karolina’s delicate face in her hands, the look of awe in her eyes almost burning through her heart. — It’s just official now.

— You really are everything, Nico. You really are. — That’s the last thing Karolina says before leaning forward to capture her lips again.

Just like that, Kare manages to surround Nico with her presence once more.

There she is again: Nico’s light in the dark, now and for the rest of their lives.

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